The puppy, farmer....

 Now...don't move a muscle

like they can't either

i must find out if the photos have an inblog date and time stamp?

my my what i had to do to get here..... if only she knew.

This little postlett 

(AHH the third things come back i had clear forgot theres  a god called dog, the Zaneletts.... now you don't want to be even caring about whatserface the supermodel, Lucy ....so forgettable, except when they went off down the riverbank with my buddy to discuss which brand of yoga mat and left her young kids by the bank of a river in full tsunami as good as....  thats in an audio somewhere as the REAL history of yoga, 'spirituality', and ...well i don't know what exactly, devil may care....

anyway anyone would think one cared about the ZAnes ... think an advert for ohh i see keratase isn't good enough anymore it has to be keratase 'serum' that sounds a bit spunky...

anyway in the middle of nowhere ... along they come to flounce, and it's nothing to do with me as i was always occupied living 'the' life which means when you have a child (many videos in video section go to links and look up whatever store ) which meant a lot of the spring summer autumn when not saving yoga enthusiasts children from drowning one would be at the only good thing about The Marches lowlands being Hay beach known as The Warren a glorious long stretch of shingle the children would play at all day if their parents could be bothered to take things to occupy them with other than the 2000s pretty great clear waters full of fishies before the keratase ended up down the private sceptic tankstoo and killed em all.... 

anyway ..things... always...despite it requiring clever use of head and logistics always a box of ferrets... best if with a brood of young nippers too for the children of the town to be Pied Pipered into actually learning about play and nature....

bliss..paradise... all those Guardian Colour Supplementary mums and kids....could be 'channelled' into new friends or funtime with mine.... including fully inclusively the Zaneletts... 

but there was an art 

a true art akin to the only great piece of art seen in all those dreadful Supplementary regions over 20 years..

His the young Indian snappers who held me for days ..

in fact i even 'bought' it.. (£20 story related to cont one day)

so the art of waiting.... patiently until her Flounciness  got bored enough to go and enquire of the local chappie....what her kids were so entranced with playing so attentively with..and laughing real belly laughs.... 

and there is only one bit of sport that isn't sport whatsoever as the smell would have kept me the safe side of any of their front doors, it is...

" so what are these..?."

" they are ferrets and would you like me to tell you something about them so you can educate your kids in the SUV back up to town with some real country educative stuff..?"

" go on then..." 

[they find it hard to meet your eye until they ...well i dont know exactly what the deal is as nor do they... blessem] 

" well among other things, such as being just as clever and canny as your designer dogs ferrits have an interesting unusual characteristic... the women have to have sex at least once a year ..or they die.."

and there is no more fun than saying that to the varied supermodels and Flouncies who started to buy up all the parking spaces in town from the late 00s.... straight into her eyes 

just to see if she blinked... [even better, asked why]    )

Anyway now.....of course it's no one's "fault" ...girls will be girls...  but my my the desperate need to compete...

For hair products

and just as important the latest space age new age spacecadettery 

ok i can move my muscles now so precariously the old phone wired up to the so broken computer.... to clear off the last ever 30gb...

but these little chaps... well, they couldnt

in her bedroom caged up....

but nobody will call her a 'puppy farmer' even if her kitchen shitstained with the evidence...

never mind the whole place being any way to .. well the word 'grift' is so inadequate and judgment free.... 

If we know the rest of the real life story...soon...

at the number one official Queen of paid mindfulnesses, smelly hovel and i don't mind country smells... but some animal smells you can't really call having anything to do with the countryside..

Oh yes over time one developed confidence, to tell the truth: every towny woman coming to live in the middle of nowhere (near Harvey's Knicks)  would on cue state " but they smell don't they..." 

to which over time the response became: " well they do have senses of smell far superior than ours... I am quite sure even walking past your front door never mind so close to your armpits they would find your various chemical concoctions effervescing all day even now after your river dip.... really quite as displeasing to their nose as you have been brainwashed they may be to yours......

"so as your kids seem to have taken to them so well would you like to enrol for free  ferret training workshops at ours and end up with a free ferret [known as 'fuzzies'] so your kids can learn real respect for animals fuzzies ten times more educational than doggies as if you screw up the zen with them they let you know...often  passing-painfully and thus kids so so learn from a few ferrets in their pockets...   how to truly grow up and ....  get educated the real way..... "

Back to the PF as its the real story of real Britain ... that Rachel Cusk so beautifully began leaving it off with a  superb question mark in her earlier books....and didnt try to figure the answer...and if nobody else ever dared to, well... kairos