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Baked In Vinegar

Its April the Ate, a festival of eating that doesn’t even exist but which is extremely popular in my imagination. To celebrate I’ve thus far slain and eaten the fatted breakfast cereals, thought about cake, thought about cake some more, … Continue reading

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Encouragement, Exertion, Exhaustion

Another week of small encouragements on the health front and of seeing friends. It’s all left me very tired so Saturday has been a blur of bed and waking to go to the lavatory and then more sleep. Yet there … Continue reading

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The Laddie Reckons Himself A Poet

A weekend of sleep is a sleepend of week. And all of a sudden it is Monday and I’ve got the words ‘Captain Marvel’ careering around my brain but to the tune of the old ‘Captain Birdseye’ jingle. As if … Continue reading

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Pea Souper

If air were soup it would be a thick, gloopy one. It would taste quite tangy on the tongue but would be tricky to wade through. Better to sit down on a crouton and  breathe in some lunch. Air is … Continue reading

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Netflix And Chilly

Why are chillis called that when they’re hot, not chilly? Not in temperature as such, I realise, but tell that to your colon the following day. Why is winter so chilly when I hate cold, hate it, hate it, hate … Continue reading

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Write Turn, Clyde

Although I managed to get out to buy groceries yesterday I didn’t feel like I’d done anything more than drag my reluctant carcass to a dreary chore. When insomnia beat up on me all night I doubted Wednesday and I … Continue reading

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Zhuangzi Is A Chrysallis

Humans were so distressing yesterday that I’ve eschewed them today. The language snob in me has eschewed them because some of them won’t know what eschew means. The other seventy-eight percent of me just can’t cope with all that person … Continue reading

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