I had several posts lined up today on such topics as:
- Why I never liked Elvis Presley or respected him as a
musician
- Why the proliferation of TV channels has led me into a
state of extreme TV intolerance
- Why I doubt the proposed explanation for the fact that
middle aged men now constitute the group most likely to commit suicide in Britain
- Why I find the American term ‘libertarian’ so confusing, especially
in the context of the Tea Party
- Why I question the judgement of those who proposed the
term ‘Tea Party’ in the first place
That would have been a lot, wouldn’t it? I couldn’t be
bothered, so I thought I’d just scatter the bones and see whether they forecast
rain for tomorrow.
Talking of which, there was a heavy, leaden sky this evening and the daylight fell early. It caught me quite unawares when I was walking back from visiting one of Angie’s horses in the field at the top of the lane. And it reminded me of a scene from the story Glenda, which can be read here if anybody’s in the mood for a gentle ghost story which is safe even for persons of a nervous disposition to read immediately before retiring.
Talking of which, there was a heavy, leaden sky this evening and the daylight fell early. It caught me quite unawares when I was walking back from visiting one of Angie’s horses in the field at the top of the lane. And it reminded me of a scene from the story Glenda, which can be read here if anybody’s in the mood for a gentle ghost story which is safe even for persons of a nervous disposition to read immediately before retiring.
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