A Look at Trumps Mother of all Bombs.
The day I met Corbyn.
A moment of my youth in words, from a hungover brain.
Scene from a Sourdough Cafe
A Short Story About Our New President.....
First Post in a while - Elvis, Ovens, Neatradol, High Rises, Street Cleaning, Bathroom Fitters, Inoculation.
Loose hips sink SHIPS. I've been sleeping bad lately; waking up at 4 or 5am, watching the cold gather on the window panes, as the frost gathers on the ground outside. If you live in an old care home, like I do, then the building takes on a strange form at night, or in dead morning. If Walls could talk!
Weekend done, the gym has evaded me this morning. I will make an effort this afternoon, an effort to stir myself, but if it cannot be done then it cannot be done. One should listen to the body, right? Mine says "Sit down and watch Westworld"
I walked through the park opposite the house. unusually for that time of morning, it was empty. Most of the time, sleeping beneath the shedding trees, are small clumps of homeless people....
The Naming Ceremony of the up cycled coffee table
Procrastination Station - Daily meanderings as I prepare to live.
How Digital Media veils our mind....