Brass, tarnished with years of sitting room activities.
Cleaned, to an antique lustre.
So, out with the old and in with the new (lustre).
Archives for category: July 2011 River
I watch, an observer from the window above.
She sits, tail curled neatly around her
On top of the neighbour’s conservatory.
She stares into the fading evening light.
Does she watch the swifts high above?
Is she looking towards the hills?
Is she wondering how long it would take her to scamper from here to there?
Is she looking at the midges in the middle distance, thinking
“I could eat you, and you, and you… and oh yes, you.”?
I don’t know. But I do wish I was as contented as she is.
Thick, grey clouds cutting a great swathe of gloom through the hills.
It curls like smoke around the trees and houses.
Shower.
Conditioner.
Hair.
Water.
Stops.
What
the
fuck?
Oh.
Crap!
CHRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
Water.
Stopped.
Pan.
Taps.
Rinse.
God.
Dammit.
Rinse.
Rinse.
Manky.
Hair.
Bleuuuugh.
Yuk.
Probably.
Dandruff.
Too.
Only.
Option.
Left.
Bun.
Plenty.
Of.
Grips.
DISASTER.
DISASTER!!!
Oh!
The most gorgeous shoes.
Gold strappy sandaly loveliness with
Black suede so good I could lick it.
And the best bit…
The BEST bit?
A floating heal!!!!
A FLOATING HEAL!!!! (Oh my, I can hardly breathe)
United Nude. Admittedly second hand.
God
Bless
Ebay.
I emergency stop my enormous car to avoid running over a tiny little bird playing in the road.
I yell “Move out of the way birdy” out of the window.
A guy on the pavement looks at me as though I am a complete fruit loop.
After a moment the bird flies away.
I love giving treats to Merlin because he makes this noise:
Snuffle-purr-snuffle-purr-snuffle-purr
It’s the most adorable thing…
Reach up towards the cloudless blue sky
Watch the swifts feeding high above my outstretched hand
Could almost touch them
R Jane,
Sorry to disturb.
Can me & R Chris come to your party?
R Sal wants us to come. Think she needs the moral support in the face of me mother and father 😉
Me mother mentioned it, but didn’t rate say that we were invited. You know what she’s like: a bit flaky. 🙂
Don’t want to impose of course, but I don’t eat nowt & r Chris is only little & doesn’t take up much space.
So yes, hope to see you soon.
R Kat.
xxx
Him: This… this… this… this… this… this… money… this… this… this… this… this… this… this… not a natural mother… this… this… this… this… this… this… money again… this… this… this… this… Oh yes, and money
Me: This… this… this… this… this… my figure… this… this… this… this… this… actually I’m insulted… this… this… this… this… this… lifestyle… this… this… this… this… this… I think we’re over thinking the situation…
Repeat to fade.
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