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Thank you for the compliments @dunelm

A great little ink sketch. I can 'see' the rest of that lake...
 
5.3 this morning and I should be relating how good I've been, especially as it was 4.5 before bed. In truth, yesterday I did worship at the altar of the fatted crumpet and its crumpety companion the holy toast. So how I got those low scores I don't know

I had an odd dream in which I married a cat. She looked like any other female but had cat DNA (think Natasha Kinski in Cat People) and the only way I could tell was that she purred. Very strange.

Enjoy the new week and stay safe
 

Heh! I will look into it. I made myself do the treadmill.
Wearing the soft knee supports as soon as I got back and through the night until I took them off around 3am did some kind of strange neoprene magic and at least that session is done.

A day of company admin, Britwatch site bobbins and house cleaning. I am so rock and roll!
 
Fatted crumpet and the holy toast - HEE!!!
 
Fancying Catty Crumpet, eh what?
There is definitely something Freudian in there some where!
 
Please don't let it take you down a road too far and get hurt, gennepher.
All the very best
Derek

 
@Alien Aspie (The Threadfather ™) IDK who the heck Natasha Kinski is or what Cat People is beyond a film. I do know what crumpets (prefer Muffin(s) - no sniggering at the back, chaps) and toast are. All warm, buttery and comforting - is Ms Kinsky at all similar? Rosington Bear, well done on the treadmill. So, I take a cup of hot coffee to the fencer and Julie tells me Virgin Wine have gulled her into buying 13 bottles of wine for £9.88 because we really need more wine and boxes here
 
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Please don't let it take you down a road too far and get hurt, gennepher.
All the very best
Derek
He has gone down the road too far many a time @lindisfel
I have been the model neighbour.
He has repeatedly been the neighbour from hell many many many times.
I cannot afford to sell up and move away.
And if I did, my next place would have no neighbours for many many many miles...
 
06.12.2020
8.15ish FBG 6.4

07.12.2020
7.40am FBG 6.2
Very exciting F1 race last night with an unexpected result.
Looking at gas cartridge ovens now, while MrSlim plans to remodel the kitchen entirely.
 
That was going quite well until I realised you had mentioned Bowie and cats in one post- pretty much my nightmare. Ah, Muffin the Mule. When was that decriminalised? I rather suspected Ms K couldn't pick a googly from a Chinaman
ETA: Don't know what happened in my childhood but I have had a dread of cats for as long as i can remember. Julie is highly allergic to cats - massive doses of tablets before visiting No 1 son and still not a good outcome.
 
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Old Brock had been in my garden the last few days digging latrines in the grass and pooing in them.
So I had to move three loads of poo this am with a long handled shovel.

Such pleasures of a bucolic life, but we Stewards of the planet do not mind as long as we don't fall over and rub our noses in it!

D.
 
Think this is your best yet @geefull .
@ianpspurs found the Robert Hadley poem very moving.
 
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Hugs for worsening cold, winner for striving to find Christmas Spirit. If the spirit continues to elude you, hit the Gin. Second thoughts, hit the Gin anyway.
 
Thanks, I have however cleared a path to my Art Room, however art room is also full its kitchen chairs, fridge, toaster and such so a bit cramped, will see how the muse feels about being so cramped.

Like your island in the park, was anyone shipwrecked and marooned, is his name Robinson?

Dangerous places them Garden Centres, take care.
 
Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen.

A 5.7 this morning on the meter of mystery and misbehaving.

A very laid back start to the Morening here in TilehurstTowers, then the telephonic communicator made demanding noises which sent Mrs J and me and me's into panic mode, rushed insulin, breakfast and medication. Mrs J loaded me into the car then kindly drove to the arranged meeting place with number 1 son. Where he dragged me across fields through prehistoric or so it seems woods, then 2 hours later said son made me purchase koffy's. Mrs J loved it, the house to herself.
This afternoons plans could consist of time travelling on the sofa and no need to put a walk in later this afternoon.
Must go and rearrange the cushions into pillow formation.
 
I find this writer challenging at times - not intellectually but having an interesting world view. I quite like this and think it may offer something to the organised religion /worship of a building discussion. As always, just my quirky take on life. Obviously I could just be becoming mellowed with the mellow research substances. Mum's the word guys and gals - walls have ears and The Meeja ™ are out to get us. Tinfoil hats on at all times.
 
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Cathedral
The branched arch in the wild wood is my cathedral broad
the many greens of its canopy, painting to adorn its halls
Stained glass frozen colour shamed by painted changing skies
A precious feast to feed on and unction for our eyes
Spring dawn in vibrant song is its hymn of chorister praise
haunting calls of Greenshank prophesying the wild winds ways.
Springs annual festival with bubbling Curlew song
That man may be the Steward that he failed to be ere long.
Can our Place keep chiselled and honed by the embrace of time?
May the hand of man be lightened in the healing of our world.

dghw dec20
 
Wow. Take a bow son.
 
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