Hmm. What on earth does that title mean? Have I really forgotten already? Oh yes.
Fashion. Why oh why am I fated to be a trend-setter? I bought some speedos a few years back. Next thing I knew, James Bond was wearing them. Mine are too small. I don't know who they design them for, and I'm not bragging about my packet, but they are frankly embarrassing and indecent. Now I hear the new Doctor Who wears tweed jackets and black jeans. The bastard! I shall have to change my wardrobe, again.
Swimming. Went to see family in Devon at the weekend. Went over to Dawlish Warren, and swam a couple of times. Lovely waves. The sort that when you get out to tiptoenoseafloat rear four feet above your head and block the view of the shore. And this flock of smashed-glass white birds came skimming between them past my head and back again. I must try and find out what they were. They looked as if they were made of shining triangles. Knife birds.
Butterflies, Pupae. We are like butterflies that live a score of lives. Hatch from pupal state, fly, fly, fly, die, and in the wet ashes of an old fire in the hearth of a ruined house, we lie in the lye, but never die. So many things I've been, so many I hope I'll be.
Safe Travelling... to all who are braving the Abysmal Party.
Take care all, Dx
(caption: "They've nicked my effing cross!")
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