It was the first time and I was so nervous cycling through That London.
I tagged on to some other cyclists which felt safer so I carried on following them, we were like ants in a Game Park scooting alongside herds of migrating vehicles and I lost track of exactly where I was but I was cool in the bike pack so I figured that they probably knew the best way to go.
Unfortunately this meant that I took a very long way to school and I'd have got there quicker if I'd walked.
When I got back to this week's lodgings I walked into the living room and discovered that this week's cat had been in her dirtbox and then used her poo-ey bottom to draw a
long skid mark all along the arm of the fat white sofa - it's like a child
with a box of brown crayons came to visit.
Lentils or Pottage?
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Peter E. Gordon, reviewing Paul Reitter’s Englishing of Capital in the LRB
(3 April 2025; archived), provides one of those analyses of translations
that gi...
10 hours ago
Zoologists call it "herd protection" don 't they? Well, there you are, then - you are in an official grouping. (Not the same as being a groupie. Sorry.)
ReplyDeleteAlso it's a bit like what fish do 'a school' how cool!
DeleteLet's be careful out there.
ReplyDeleteHill St - sweet memories xx
DeleteThe Blues! :-)
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