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Oooh and there’s excitement in the Potting Shed..Big Monty has been smuggled into Charlie’s rear entrance in an attempt at making an indecent proposal..his ring is glowing visibly scarlet under the lights as he attempts to slide it onto her finger
I expect his wife’ll give him more than a stroke to worry about when she discovers. :roll:
Which^reminds me..I love Cath. 8)
I love trees – oak, elm, ash, scots pine – I’m not fussed which or in what combination. I love the way they whisper in the wind, catching at my hair and telling of times past. I love to watch squirrels skip from branch to branch, crows swaying imperiously on the heavenward tips; lichens and mosses humming with tiny hidden insects.
I want to come back as a tree, deep in a forest, dark as the night.Scunnered
I love lying here in the dark listening to the branches scratching at the window..gale induced phantoms with tormenting twiggy fingers..
..and the little girl in the photograph..skinny legs..ribbon askew in her hair..I’m glad she didn’t know what was coming..I love her too..she grew into me..poor bit.ch..And it is as Baudelaire has it, TB, for all the shift in time.
