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 ...
Wednesday, July 23, 2025
Monarchs of the Glens etc.
Two of our cats chilling out in their small piece of feline heaven.
Meanwhile a family of (slightly blurred) swans head home.
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