Wednesday the hump of the week falls flat and squirts itself, day light has vanished, the wind is up and i am glad to pull off my working saddle clothes leaving them to simper in a heap for a few hours. I have today began to reread for the third time " The Book Of Disquiet " it has become my bible, the only book i have ever scribbled in the margin with notes and dates of where and when i opened a few pages...it even travelled with me across the globe...i can go months without even opening a page, its like one of those things one carries in ones panties along with nail clippers and conkers....simply keeps my soul in tact from the wee beasties....that dance in the dark hours.
The weekend is up flat faced on the horizon, again a trillion objects to scream my way...i will have to wear dark glasses soon as i have within this room newspapers going back almost centuries,boxes of unused floppy discs which i stare at thinking uuurrrmm..really i should bin....ruthless i think is the word i am looking for, no doubt i will fail..but hey ho at least the thought is there...So Goeth...