.... I never edit; but i may have to....
There's me wanderin' up into her hills once again - " thirty miles [ i can speak local, indeed have ten different identity hats all the one same underneath as its only words.... I'm no fascist that insists everyone else is lesser if they don't believe my ideal... ology)].... a week the difference between a longer life and health.... and not"
" so where do we find you then...?"
(i'm still in shock..... " you mean she didn't tell you.... to look out for a pikey probably scoutin' tools to nick or... land to 'adopt' 😇.... [ gosh thats weird an emoji can be italicised merthinks theres a word picture or two in that.. lets experiment ..🙏
wow it works! ... sadly someone i once knew rather addicted to them, rather than.... reality....].... i was kindof testing her i know its not very nice to speak in terms like testing but.... gosh i KLNEW she would defy disobey
and generally fuck up my day.... wow what a lass!" ...)
Anyway one fact every time you turn on news of the loonies - surely Brown has to take almost the biscuit... (its like for several months the world has wanted the next one) but what's worse is every time you turn them on all they do is moan about the....... flu...
now sadly one cannot yet create the full multi-media experience, a chronicler i know I am far better than old man Borrow or even this one
Anyway the first rule of the land is that unfortunately most farmers, and i am allowed to say this as an actual real 'commoner' for my teens - where i woz as a lad no fancy terms like that, one merely had "rights" to the mountain and i was one of only 3 or 4 of us shepherds up there, come wind rain or snow though ideally in the bracken of a summer attempting a little recreation as all work makes JAck a dull boy.... even atop the well known 'Moel'....... well they are a tad fascist and they have to be trained
The best moment was 2011 living or rather not wanting to, but having to... on old farmer Jack's land a well known famous sheepdog dog beater and fascist...in fact he would basically admit the latter himself behind the painted on smile.... if you had him to yourself at work, unpaid...
Now this is called a harrow. Real hillfarmers may once or twice a year tend to their land with one... it is dragged across the land and even breaks up the manure so its spread all over the field so walkers can complain about the smell.... and getting it on their boots
What landspeeps have to do as it all went wonky and the farmers rightly assume that the invaders are on drugs just cos they havent had TIME for a decade to cut their hair.... being an actually dedicated parent and animal, husbander... etc
even if your lass is in fact bred and born just up the road if you dont have the same fascist accent or ALWAYS racist banter well youre not from here....
BUt what a landman - both sexes can do it but seems one is too scaredy cat not to prejudge, does is bide his time...a year or more and one day oldman JAck - 75ish is in the field next door with his harrow. struggling as it was all knotted up as he was always too busy bossing his poor dogs around no wifey left to nag.... to do his job properly and unknot it after the last job ready for the next job...
....so the 'moment' ... " ehh up JAck look you probably think im one of these wimpey precious druggies that have colonised all the Wye Valley but ehh i see yourre strugglin there let me do it for you...dont want you having the well overdue stroke [that would have saved the dogs rather a lot of pain]..."
" you lad ....well.pphhuhhh......."
ten minutes later he's off on his tractor harrowing away with an untangled tool... and a year of fascist assumptions put in his pocket in a tin called "well i never..."
In short the most judgemental people on the planet .... even if the original North Wales hill farmer was in fact one of the least judgemental in that when one is toiling away lonely day after day and some 'stranger' comes into view no matter what their hue... anyone is a welcome break from cant-talk-back dog or slightly dipsy ewe...
Anyway where did we get to ohh yes the total inability for anyone ever to think.... maybe a flu may do me good: tune up my immune system.... give me a break - rest from their system...
of only self....
But then also...in ten years nearlynow..of meandering and giving just a bit of my 'story' to random pixies, fascists or anyone i meet...
so many times as i couldnt give a shit about mine, when hearing theirs i sagely guru them into Dave....
who maybe did have one grown up 'friend' - the only definition i know: telling the truth..
to them Feds when after years of him sadly becoming a 'monster' - his own word, all them drink drugs and the rest
someone tipped the Keystones off about a load of drugs and it lead to arrest.
And nine months pokey
out of which he emerged drug free
He later said "saved my life"
Hmm anyway there was i meanderin' and making an audio about why? husband/wife....
And bugger me....
an out of the pale blue yonder opportunity
the ultimate in emotional blackmail
"perraps you'll put in a good reference....
.... never mind fix your wall or fence...
... if she's to run you maybe even to whorespittle....
well she'll be happier ...more content
even drive more safely-faster... if theres someone back home, to..."
be continued.
