Feeling kinda disjointed at the moment. Pretty good...but not that good. Something, and I have no idea what is nagging away at the back of my mind. But it won't let me see it, yet. Hmm.
Some moments from the last week or so which have crystallised with perfect clarity though..
last week, cleaned the yard. Not all that exciting in and of itself, but slightly more so when it occurred as this kind of compulsion. Woke up "must clean yard" by the end of the day was eating a meal on new furniture in suddenly clean yard. Odd. Very odd.
Trip with R to Byrne's of Clitheroe, the greatest wine merchants I've ever been in (admittedly not the hugest of fields, but I am yet young). The rising sense of excitement as room gave way to room, each more full of fabulous wine than the last. I shopped Also, the view from the top of the castle.
I had to work Sunday, so missed the debacle in Portugal, it was a little strange, as on the final whistle I could hear this beer-saturated howl of rage rising all over the town. It was somewhat primal. There was to be no having of more than one scary as fuck post-labour pint that night, sadly, so I got battered instead, and watched the cricket.
Not really sure what's come over me, something has though...
Some moments from the last week or so which have crystallised with perfect clarity though..
last week, cleaned the yard. Not all that exciting in and of itself, but slightly more so when it occurred as this kind of compulsion. Woke up "must clean yard" by the end of the day was eating a meal on new furniture in suddenly clean yard. Odd. Very odd.
Trip with R to Byrne's of Clitheroe, the greatest wine merchants I've ever been in (admittedly not the hugest of fields, but I am yet young). The rising sense of excitement as room gave way to room, each more full of fabulous wine than the last. I shopped Also, the view from the top of the castle.
I had to work Sunday, so missed the debacle in Portugal, it was a little strange, as on the final whistle I could hear this beer-saturated howl of rage rising all over the town. It was somewhat primal. There was to be no having of more than one scary as fuck post-labour pint that night, sadly, so I got battered instead, and watched the cricket.
Not really sure what's come over me, something has though...
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