Bits And Pieces
We took the chairs down to Ruth's after lunch yesterday, turned round sharply and were back home in time to snuggle down for an afternoon of Olympic tennis.
I watched Usain Bolt win the 100 metres. The guy shambles, but, Lord, does he shamble fast.
I'm reading David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas- the first mainstream (by which I mean Booker-worthy) novel I've come across to use reincarnation as a basic premise.
Our smoke detectors have gone off twice in three days. I'm blaming ozone levels. The first occurrence was during a thunderstorm.
I dreamed about the Beatles as they were in the early days- when they still had that tubby blond fella- you know, wassisname- Boris Johnson- as their lead vocalist.
I watched Usain Bolt win the 100 metres. The guy shambles, but, Lord, does he shamble fast.
I'm reading David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas- the first mainstream (by which I mean Booker-worthy) novel I've come across to use reincarnation as a basic premise.
Our smoke detectors have gone off twice in three days. I'm blaming ozone levels. The first occurrence was during a thunderstorm.
I dreamed about the Beatles as they were in the early days- when they still had that tubby blond fella- you know, wassisname- Boris Johnson- as their lead vocalist.
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