
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 ...
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Fox P.S.
Sure enough the fox returned during the night and ate the egg, so that's that until the next event / sighting anyway. Meanwhile various stray and wild cat events occurred whilst the fox was scoffing the egg. This involved cat burglary, cat loitering, cat feeding, cat stealing and being placed under extreme early morning scrutiny from a distance whilst staring into a mirror to observe the sky. Now it's back to being quiet and dull and we can relax as the weather closes in again, the days darken and wild winter draws down upon us. I predict that the next sighting will be that of wolves coming down from the hills prior to the ransacking by the Vikings and various hordes and unsavoury types running stir crazy. Things can be tough in a post-industrial and post-capitalism world.
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