A slew of saturated notebooks (and only this year's, and only the ones I could readily lay hands on). Ah me, O my. Now what?
Have tidied all eight desk drawers and poured a generous glass of wine. Found Bob and Alf in a drawer, from years back, Greenwich Market, I think. Had intended framing them, but blogging makes all other forms of display redundant. Tom Jones 'Green Green Grass of Home' just segued into Amy Winehouse's 'Me and Mrs Jones'. Ouch. Will try making greetings cards. Is there anything on tv? B*gger, b*gger, b*gger. Every Tuesday they change my world: a week's (too brief) approximation of certainty - gallstones, no more cancer. Replaced today with, what? Fear? Anticipation? Exasperation, mollified only slightly by drugs and alcohol. Whatever happened to yoga?
A slew of saturated notebooks (and only this year's, and only the ones I could readily lay hands on). Ah me, O my. Now what? 
Have tidied all eight desk drawers and poured a generous glass of wine. Found Bob and Alf in a drawer, from years back, Greenwich Market, I think. Had intended framing them, but blogging makes all other forms of display redundant. Tom Jones 'Green Green Grass of Home' just segued into Amy Winehouse's 'Me and Mrs Jones'. Ouch. Will try making greetings cards. Is there anything on tv? B*gger, b*gger, b*gger. Every Tuesday they change my world: a week's (too brief) approximation of certainty - gallstones, no more cancer. Replaced today with, what? Fear? Anticipation? Exasperation, mollified only slightly by drugs and alcohol. Whatever happened to yoga?
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