
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
Monday, January 20, 2014
The way we were
The last days of the east elevation: A state of the art time lapse camera is set up, waterproofed, discreet and disguised (?) in the nearby woodland to record the momentous events about to unfold; the building of a new kitchen and what not onto the rear of our house (all in the popular style of the Scottish Vernacular). Life is destined to never be the same again, a bit like most days really. The snowdrops have been rescued reluctantly from a watery and concrete grave and it's all systems go...any day soon and weather permitting. Not too many trees were badly injured in the production of this short film and even fewer animals.
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