A old bloke (well a bit older than me) sitting by the exit in Tesco, he has a charity tin, a clip board and a rather glum expression on his face. "Men's cancer!" he says."No thanks!" Says I. (I got 99 problems but that's currently not one of them *).
* Editors Note: the people involved in this blog and the relentless stream of consciousness recording and pointless blethering that goes with it do on occasions contribute to minority and mainstream charities and are by no means rubbishing the efforts of the good people of wherever who tin rattle in such a self sacrificing way.
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| Tesco: awash with sunshine and sun clouds and filled with dull special offers on things I'm not really interested in. I was however able to pursue my Pastrami obsession and as usual buy a few unhealthy yogurt based products and £5 half price wine. |
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| After two hours of wild and uncontrolled gardening, celebrating weed pulling, holly gathering and singing the body electric my thumbs became sore. I stopped to observe these young strawberries, almost ready to become red and edible; redible you might say. That's for both birds and humans but who will get there first? |
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| A guitar in the sunny garden - a desperate attempt to retain some kind of musical linkage, credibility and content in this otherwise unfocused blog. |
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