And why one must every day in wintertime well before dawn
(as its so weirdly always warm)
put on ones dancing shoes and pivot twist and generally go with every electron's flow..
And occasionally just SO
methodically prepare for a day when THIS old shitty thing will for certain only battery-last fourty five minutes at best..
(even todays lovely warm mizzle, hiding me in this horrid builders corner)
So, rarely run the engine at wellbefore so as to top up old battery
warming it and the shittop up...
maybe i shall get a second go...another half an hour
then off i must go
to the house of moaning about some or other label
society could never afford to individually analyse and times table:
you get three times more 'personal' tuition at this table
meant for the adults needing quiet, so as to keep food on their table
as there's NO 'safety net'
any fool believing that lanyard, should a real education go and get
Anyway methodical forward planning to stroke and be nice to every slightest useful electron
THE dance since dawn (will be shown soon - i tried thistersummer but.. well thats someone else's story she'll never tell)
And then not scrutable, not to any well known tried and tested plan.
The bloody battery last three hours,
that's not fair, I'm entitled to my frenetic tiring daily dance!
to just get one word out makes any sense....
And when ive had enough of ANYthing new
Bloody thing goes and does what it promises it will do.
LAsts three hours....
so boring, so even more infuriating...
As a real man learns, never believe one word
unfortunately, sadly...as you can't ever do 'owt unless at least a small herd
75% of whom must be "bird"
As we knew in environmental circles fourty years ago
Even if then only fifty fifty necessary...*
as almost all were esteemed quite quite equally
(*obviously going to REAl environmentally necessary chats with farmers or fat Audi 4 ring emblazoned councilors, who own the 'environment'; around and abuse it for grants
- no Green Party towny EVER dares to do....if at least half the nice sweet war party is female then the tone of the battle will be actually calmer and may even succeed when man-on-men never does... unless of course one is dealing with her the Queen of Eywood fake green grant grabbin' ... there is no word that can sum up her totality
just jealousy..
of everyone, she could never be...
blesserr.... Hemel Hempstead obsessively claimed chocolate bar 'on expenses' ....to claim back the VAT
And all her life nothing changed..
despite owning THE most sublime gorgeous parkland and even real nature reserved for just us..
or at least ownin it by proxy... her maybe the exception that proves the rule: every woman ever crossed her path... even The actual owners lardarse fast driving [despite the signs: "CHILDEN PLAYING MAX 5MPH" ]...
'carer' ... wife
daggers drawn.... must have so so hated her so called sisterhood
In that one instance, maybe 3 men to one her may have just about done some smallest good.
..i am unsuable and very scrutable: quite a few films of her....zooming in to our childrens' playpark... even after dark, when the small ones may have been lost or crawling...dad drunk... until 2020 he stopped that habit and became extremely silverlined human.. i cant be bothered to parenthesise a second more.[ her words sadly used only to confound and fabulist.. a once good mind, descended into just taking the piss] ..not one worth one millisecond of my actual daily dance
So yes in a very very lovely old Woodlanders place..
A hundred years of no gentrification lost to wilderness
(and 20 metre high ancient clematis)
as soon as she arrives - 'carer'
advertised, bumper stickers...
the true salt of the earth locally
Every word out of her vciscious little mouth
" when i am at work in the caring capacity.. up half the night, Florence Nightly, me.... "
Funny thing is seven or eight years of quite a few madmen in and out
(oh yes Claire the other one.... expressing her 'emotion' with her right foot....funny that the one who gossipped about everyone else)
But the one who disregarded our lovely large old signage
" 5 mph pretty please... so they can get to be your age"
(dark, no lighting.... extreme swamp like slippy moss and underfoot foliage)
is the one who came in and said ' i think things need improving ... modernising
a bit round here... and her the boss at the moment...well.. lets see about that .... ohh must dash ive someone to go and CARE for... ")
As we all knew...but couldn't say... you can't accuse a younger CARER woman of being the one whom cares less than everyone put together in a so so quiet and remote palace
where there's no reason to dash around so fast its a miracle that...
to be cont
but every word here is actually backed up and backupable with ... full double backed up diligently digital..proof
NOT to tell tales i don't really believe in that
But i do believe in time immemorial ok culture from the heart
about reality
(as they eulogise Burton today on Today...;. sorry every bloke livin' in Wales North or South...
knew that the 'crow black'
was from the beer causing punch to eye or mouth)
Moral of the story, sucker English always believed any old faery tail...
or as the Portuguese said centuries ago
"for the English to see.."
meaning as long as the picket fence has a fresh coat of glossy paint, they don't even notice the rot underneath...
