bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Tuesday 13th February 2007.

Snow drops are feeding the corn within my mind, the footsteps in this forlorn hope tread dainty to avoid the little folk,who feed me jam and toast...good day to yer..i lift my cap and wipe my forehead glimpse into the unknown,the valley does not look any clearer,i wonder if it becomes clear does that mean my journeys end.

  • Thursday 12th May 2022.

    I think i need to poke my head out of the front door smell the coffee, hold my hand out to feel as if it is raining them pull on my busted stockings…

  • Monday 9th May 2022.

    Today i have started my second week without a reminder to pull on my blue uniform...i do not miss it..or am i lying to myself, perhaps... i do not…

  • Tuesday 3rd May 2022.

    I no longer drive one of these.... My blue uniform is now gathered up, old bits, new bits, consisting of shirts, high viz vests, which i always…

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