Ignoring the arguments and the cigarette fug, I rub the condensation from the window. It won’t be long before white noise stops its sibilant assault on roof and windscreen. … Continue reading
1. Storm flirting kittywakes plummet as waves dance a reckless saltarello around the bluff islet. Luttering brine and summer squalls engulf. 2. Hasslewood hides – tooth rotten in the gum. … Continue reading
As expected, the skin wasn’t looking great; grey and squamous . . .
“Well it’s quite primal thing. A lot of animals sleep with their tribe. It’s safety, comfort and warmth. And we are just animals after all.”
He wanted to know why we didn’t go out at night. I did a double take. I thought it was obvious.
“Yes, I understand that those creatures are out there. Is that the only reason?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
He smiled and said,
May 1st Spiggy made no pretense to stealth last night and just got into bed with me. We chatted a while and made it quite clear that I understood why … Continue reading
April 30th (2) Spiggy found Mooks bag, and his own rucksack that he’d forgotten about, thrown into a corner of the room furthest from the door. He grabbed both bags … Continue reading
April 30th (1) Last night I left Spiggy watching over the exhausted and sleeping Mook. I put all the medical stuff away, saving anything that was still usable and bagging … Continue reading
I have just planted Sunflowers and now it is Raining. A lesson.