Now, what also a lovely family. Mr and Mrs dutch biologists and teenagers. Fourties. Also paddling at the bridge of Sighs... as in how sad they move on...
Bang on. one hundred percent on all the data
" have you noticed no wasps at all on your little walking holiday in very warm weather when one would expect them... . ?"
" yes...i am a gardener between sessions working as Mrs Biologist, and so many species are clearly in trouble..."
blahh blahh...
Mister, even though a splendid classic liberal Dutchman quite aware of Monty python, and excellent culture which travelled there as all the blokes always will though less so if European wants to split hars as to exactly which aspect of Co2 rate of change may make the greatest medium term difference.
Mumand me are however modern. " tell him to shut he's being so English... anyway xenobiotics are where it's at... your young man there on The Bridge already their fertility is somewhat reduced..."
" you are right Mister bridge man... shut up dear husband.."
" kids... right as you are only 15 you will still speak english perfectly i won't go iointo short sentence mode...
" obviously your mum is superb on this environmental stuff.. and i am very fussy, every flower matters i bet i am better than her at emotionally fighting with so many over the years who always end up saying 'chop it all down' including wonderful wildflowers there being no such thing as a weed... i am obsessed that any smallest wildflower io can leave un scythed on someone's land is a boneus....and ok there is a balance, compromise often but i fight for every single one... i bet she sucks up to her women clients and doesnt fight for absolutely every one which i will do so til my dying day i hope happens soon as its so lonely working on the land nobody else wants to do it the oldschool ways... for years....and all the women run off to be nearer HArveys Knicks...which are often more efficient than mechanised ways...
" right TRUTHtime... we are on a hillock or relative to Holland topography, a bloody Himalaya...
" there is a rule of hillwalking which is that there must be honour... one must tell the truth.. one must honour ones companion or new acquaintance walker, with truth.... and if necessary tell them not to share it with any Lowlanders ..
" so... be honest, i know your mum is very good at what steps need to be taken to prrotect your planet just a touch more...
" do you care..??. would you like to see Greta Thornburg drowned here in this one last clean river left in this pestilant land... and save up for an oldchool Ferrari that guzzles gas... or do you agree with your mother...truth..i am pure and objective..."
"[suspense, silence for a little time passing] ahh.... we care...."
"ok thats you so sort out your mum ive told her she needs to join the council as i know she is pure ....and simply superb- a beautiful speaker no hesitancy no angles no stalling whist she is figuring if she should spit at a man who says maybe the 'grassroots' approach we have had for fifty years has failed and do what i suggested.. take part around a larger home...territory... which is very very very hard dangerous and the only way she proves she loves you.... and..and tell dad not to show off with clever dick stuff... "
Five new friends just like that as the kiddies made it clear they rather enjoyed their dad being put rightly in his place, in the same place... just below the Bridge of...
(i have such fun at this bridge though never before have i missed a heartbeat)
Difference between Brit and Euop.. he smiled... a real one, that just may have hinted: you're right...and thank you for valuing my perfect wifey so much within ten minutes of meeting us.... and you're right..it's their world...
why has my last video the squashed frog got 1000 views? (i cannot avoid noticing .. even if i NEVER EVER set a video as a 'short' they are for bimbos and retards... but IT - Hal9000 decides quite often it will set a video as a short when i am THE simplest pilot of the craft ever and never ever change my habits - just a simple upload and i once again forgot ugly hashtags exist...
and only ever promote my material i dont want to promote to those individuals i either meet in person and thats a rare as all i ever do except a bit of work in the boiling sun with no hat and go walking up to the hillocks with no hat... or hydration as the six cups of coffee are to slow me down when i attempt to catch up with my always enjoyed reflections, here at sunrise... )
yes.. "what do you do..?"
"... just landlope when i can IN NATURE... park up as far from peeps as possible and just do whatever i need to, IN NATURE.... and usually IN NATURE as now - as i cant write in libraries or Chretien Death Cult churches.or with performative touristy types in carparks around.and in fact must be, as now IN NATURE... to really be at my typing or handwriting best, get rejected by publishers mainly last winter and if they knew the EFFORT to package stuff in cutesy little emails and other webpages (they get) - god they are so so CONTROLLY what the want you to put in email title and summaries just ferk off and die of the bad literature you peddle .. various other pages on thsi site i have held out on, from my so called readers who should only be called the meanest in history which soon i shall decloak...
Oh yes those publishers dealing in vile confected vulnerability and saccharine victimhood or just 'there is something wrong with me'which seems to be the only language they know which is in fact accessory to the crime of grooming readers via false self pity they peddle seemingly everyone is addicted to in this turgid land...
rather than the rare good stuff i attempt to seek out for only my lost 'un....
https://leftovers2022.blogspot.com/ and always will....
SO MANNY new books to add in from such a glorious summer of lots of little books taken up to that lovely bridge...or 100m downstream where a proper swimming pool is... ohh yes in wankolanguage a 'wild swimming' place
'leftovers' actually coming from a conversation 20 years ago... a true genius and perfect wordsmith even if shocked into muteness: " dad... isn't it funny sometimes the interesting shapes the leftovers (copyright HER - agent Z) leave on the toilet paper..."
I don't have self pity about anything
