well that is an extraordinary coincidence.." i was going to phone you and...apologise.."
The problem when i go off on manoeuvres, too much happens...
Especially on days, like today, when it was time for regroup.... prepare to journey, far or wide, of the mark who knows...
Except i know of several coincidences...
This is not one - this is simply time travel, how in the valleys the blossom blossoms late April, but in bands the blossom ascends the hills, as if one has been gifted the best of spring in small little zones of time travel...up the hill.
I wish it was still April...but then
Anyuway the 'day job' jeust yesterday on the job....blessim, a picture cannot tell the story, of them and I ... near a decade.
But he didn't half giver me some gorgeous prose, for once, yesterday..
about vipers and also even whitewashed tombstones...
I have such a lot to do, before the Lot times begin... but then glorious weather, high up on this hill.... and of course that is the thing about tourism - although they will frame themselves 'visitors', any 'eccentric' behaviour is enjoyed more when one feels (is in fact more or less) anonymous...
NOTE TO SELF (MATTS WORDS!!!)
more important get a bloody external hard drive because 'posting' a photo straight out of the phone, no one calls on.... is tortuous eight clicks, instead of the tortuous two one can get it down to if one double backs up, always..and one of the copies is on the internal drive...
But real note to self - put up the smiley ones and recordings of Matt and Jo.... because even now (i bet he has heard) .. his quips and duelling are smileyer and more lovingly undermining than ever... And when very very fatman Mister Marchant came by as we were joursting four years ago, and he assumed... that just because they are "oh hi its the self pitying death cult" Christians... they do not have a sense of humour, and give as good as they get.... to the bitterest end times...furthermore Matt knows my legal and economics advices is gold seal.... unlike anything that ever came out of Radio 4 Marchants fat gob...
But to hear how truly rude he was to me, about me, in front of my true friends....
Sums up the absolute Apocalypse of cant and vanity in your land.... all of it
Except for my new find - i test them all in sentence two... testing-Katherine....wow where has she been hiding all these years, when i needed her...
