much of the time is spent with this or other things which pass the day nicely. linen  hangs  heavy, needles preserved. small holes ready.

it don’t work if not connected, if not tuned in, you would think the experts would know that.  we need to signal to another.

Having spelt my name wrong, Bob , I wonder.

Everyone is separate, even with the same programme.

think i may like to travel to small places,
old and full of history. deep aged fabrics
stained with the words of time. to touch

we have such unimportant work
here, that needs not be done.

today, another power house installed,

i have to let some things go
now, yet this remains.

one seventy nine

=

one pound seventy nine

or

one pound and seventy nine pence.

is how we says it
here

walk the rooms in horror,
see genius in corners,
there.

realise that he may cry
all the tears of life.

mum gave us 3 d on wednesdays

for sweets or stuff.

we

went to the cafe  shop on the main road

for a ross puff candy

then back home placed on a saucer near the coal fire

to go melty.

on saturday last i  ate my first toasted marshmallow outside by the fire at bodnant gardens.

national trust.

asda man says he places melted marshmallow  between chocolate biscuits.

sandwich.