Now i nearly got to "eureka" yestermorn, even if they in this day of everything hyped

 especially a few showers

Must be via them Metros turned into two days of amber warnings ....

That eureka will be as usual dependent

(ohh poor thing they can never listen I am sure at least 100 times over 3+ years

 " relative is the most important word in this weird useless language, our younger people maybe even you have been taught not what it can do for you but what you can do for IT by playing with it lovingly  like a 'rescued' puppy .. snuggling it and lolloping around with it  finding its real boundaries and attempting to guide other blind dogs oops thats a bit rude but it may be playful  [ thats a point i think she is the only one who doesn't have a "rescued" dog  - always in the introductory first sentence my my there must be a LOT of doggieabusers out there,...its rife, pandemique..pandemoniac.. loadsa 'dog shooting'  - got that in too i think i made her laugh .... . yes i told hertoo about the meat ...god my rhetoric is perfect as you must weave in first 'another woman yesterday with a terrier she said to me " god i am so lonely as if i mention his diet to my sisterhood in their Guradian Colour Supplementary expensive attire...addicted also  to Waitrose finest with all the doubtless toxic seedoil and snakeoil other 'human' rated ingredients..for their mutts that yes you alone can see has CHANGED him back to being a mutt.....  theyll never speak to me again.." ...so you weave in that story to bolster the next story as i have been doing nearly 10 years .... ]..

...so she must be very very very mean  not deliberately putting an ad on Fakebook where they fake book the next rich owner the last one bored of their poor mutt, or more likely other alf it taking two to DOG.... " Im 'reaching out' to the universe... needed.. a recue dog so i can add that to my profile"

Anyway i realised yes....

("your place of bein bred ... well my last many year region twas obvious their incame and remained nervy neurotics didnt work for them all the misslaid single gloves all around the lanes but my my they have nasty ones here.... anyway we know its nothing to do with us and if your brother is the megga Howard Marks i heard last week sorry but....  just DONT tell anyone.... i know...its so obvious....but i am years beyond caring ...now where were we ohh yes you REMEMBERED my query....have i gone back to 1976 and the real one i have found at last...?. " )

SO yes even if i not spoiler alerting ANY ending ... as who knows what

At east at last i can sum up in one sentence what one may indeed have been searching for but had absolutely no idea in years of pathway mutterin' to onseself...

what it IS.... it

There is just one simplest it

NO 'relationship counsellor' or mindfulness guru would even remember...

cos they complicated everything by not actually living

through all the ones - many a dozen probably hundreds in ten years... relatively..... so up their own bum they can't even remember to.....

be continued

And spoiler alert i divert...

SO perhaps may have woven a slight nest of vipers to cover ones tracks

But the real journey to The Uttermost is far more interesting even if all along it was indeed just Proust..

For the majority.

soon.

But the problem is so many things are woven into actual pilgrim's progressing along so many dead

ends 

up in the very Uttermost  End

I mean as bad as the way one was driving very occasionally past "HMS ...something or other but it wasn't 'Sterling Lines'... it was something far crasser and grosser for a few years like "HMS Gobbleup" or the like ... Magnus perhaps......i have the photos along the side of the road to the town of supermarkets they did all go to...

another day

where for several years there were roadworks as they expanded HMS Deathstar  infact they should have just named it HMS No Rags as only grown up Afghans get to get all ragged.... and murdered children never have that privelage...

All plotted in West Horrorfordshire...20km from my past 8 year region.....where the endless stream of stupid luvvies became a gushing roar  from Niges emmo'16 of " ohh my its such perfect ethical lovely Guardian approved swetness and only lovely  'community' of only loads of others like me..and all my new neighbours are utterly the sweetest people ever"

"really.." (if you can read you know the nuance of that one word)

ok preaching doesnt work....  

But i know what does. 

And soon it is time to go all the way.... If i can make her smile, there is hope...