bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Wednesday 10th May 2017.

My working day has ended i sit here in wrinkled stockings thinking Dear God..all this political rain pouring forth covering this green land in Elephant piss so thick in propaganda one can only sigh, perhaps i should put some flowers in my hair and sing some old sixties classic's to bring some warmth as i ponder over the coming General Election in June...and all this hype of a  Tory landslide are people that snow blind...yes perhaps they are...time i think to hit the pillow float away on a lilly pad to some far off land where i can wash my feet in warm water and my stockings will not wrinkle....Take care all....whom pass this way 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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