bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Friday 29th January 2016.

There is no jet-lag on a Friday..the lunch time rush hour traffic homeward bound tells me that padlocks closed factory gates waves or two fingers tells the mood of the scurrying folk no longer in clogs shawls some pause to buy a euro-lottery ticket a lucky dip for i have the winning ticket...remember us if you i closed the door heaped with out going mail my tiny red van looking forward to what is left of the weekend as much as myself...Friday is music day...Status Quo...Down The Dustpipe...takes me back to hair on my head and a flat belly i would have made a fine transvestite back then had i found a dress in the wild wood....So Goeth...

  • 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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