...is of course izz victims.
Yestermorn, me hers...
as usual.
But nobody literally no one understands, it is so sad:
this merely a metaphor or Al Gorry death if in the lasterregion still
thistermorn
Had it not been for the not very accurate second sightist December 2023, i would be unable to get my typewriter out at all, as i know all these shame....full con artists, hate you if you make even small jokes about their [in]abilities...
But i won
Anyway...
This atch.. i do think this is the most lovely ...
Behind me just a few hundred European metres ....
" I am aware that really we need to not use machinery where possible respecting animal and even human around and about"
All of which is my business, but there is a truly good business model in yet again:
the silver lining of, i am better off NOW .. this moment... by dint of yet another smiley bullshit merchant who "needed".... ( "i so so so need it fixed for my wee pooch..") her rotten wood...lots of it....fixed...
Adamantly to be fixed yestermorn (great weather so the rotten bits unusable can be collected for kindling whist it is still very dry from a week of brutalist Easterly ) ....
And then......