"No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous"
Friday, December 14
wet post 2
... the weather today was much worse: very cold (I nearly swore then, that's how fing cold it was), very wet and unbelievably windy - my brolly flew inside out. And still they ruggered on. Mine's the muddy one (in stripes):
the sun broke through in the end (make your own sun/son puns, ta)
Snort! He's the muddy one? Beep, this reminds me of the directions I got once to a house in the middle of a birch wood. "It's the one with the little trees painted white by the gate post"
the sun broke through in the end (make your own sun/son puns, ta)
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Snort! He's the muddy one? Beep, this reminds me of the directions I got once to a house in the middle of a birch wood. "It's the one with the little trees painted white by the gate post"
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