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we watched august walk over to the window

…put her hands on the countertop, and gaze out at the sky. It was aquamarine and shiny as taffeta. You had the feeling she was making a big decision.

something in the way she knows, and all i have to do is think of her.

Coffee. Toast. Sunshine. Washing. News. Frozen Planet. Work. Applications. Piano. The boy. Lasagne. Book. Bed. My day is going to go something like that. Have good ones! I’m doing an excellent job lately of posting completely irrelevant pictures, so why change that now? The divine Patti.

oh my friend you haven’t changed, you’re looking rough and living strange

So, I’ve got the afternoon off. I planned to come home and send out a few emails, you know, catch up on my admin. But no. Hotmail is not working. For, I think, the first time ever? So now I feel stranded. I’ve just had a banana and a diet coke. And that’s about all I have to report. Oh, apart from the fact that when I wore my new jeans for the first time the other day, they ended up with beer all over them (booze Britain) so I washed them immediately. Stepped out in them for the second time today and have come home with mud splashed up the back of my leg. It’s not even raining? Only me. Harumph. And now, because I’m so annoyed about all of the above and more, here’s an aesthetically pleasing picture.

not that he talked a lot – kienschaper wasn’t a great talker.

But when he took her to his apiary and told her about the life of bees, which were creatures he loved with a passion, when he walked with her through the fields in the evening and showed her how untidily a certain field was sown and with how little effort it could be made far more productive, when Kienschaper helped a cow to calve or, unasked, righted a toppled fence, when he sat at the organ and improvised for the two of them, when everywhere he went looked tidy and at peace for his having been there – then that did more than any words could do for Eva’s contentment. It was a life gently inclined toward its end, peaceful and bringing peace in a time full of hatred, blood and tears.

we all know her desire, from the plans that she has made.

if you ever see a face like hers

I left the house for the first time in four days earlier. I was excited to begin with but quickly realised I’m still not one hundred per cent and that the general public are generally vile. Like the man picking and sucking his tooth behind me in a queue (apparently he didn’t notice the fact that I kept turning round to glare at him). Honestly though, are people for real? After getting the few bits I needed, I hurried straight home to snuggle back up. I may or may not have watched another episode of The Model Agency which I discovered on 4od last night. I wish I hadn’t found it. I wish there weren’t seven episodes waiting for me. I’m going to have to ration myself. It is so addictive. There’s one girl featured in the documentary who reminded me instantly of Penelope Tree. Which can only be a good thing.

i’m a’hatching a plan to get you out of this town, to make me your man.

I’ve been so poorly. Haven’t left the house in three days. Needless to say my blog-inspiration is minimal. So, I shall go to my default. Twiggy. Goes without saying, really. And this picture, particularly, is just sublime.

hello darkness, my old friend

…i’ve come to talk with you again,
because a vision softly creeping,
left its seeds while i was sleeping;
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains, with the sound of silence.

in restless dreams i walked alone,
narrow streets of cobblestone.
‘neath the halo of a streetlamp,
i turned my collar to the cold a damp,
and my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night
and touched the sound of silence.

they say everything can be replaced, yet every distance is not near

i bless the day i found you, i want to stay around you

I got in from work late last night, in bafflingly warm temperatures, to find my Frankie Diary had arrived. How lovely. I’m so pleased with it. Wouldn’t it be lovely if I actually had a proper job by 2012 and thereby a purpose for actually having it? Here’s hoping.