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September 18th, 2019

Wednesday 18th September 2019.

Half way through my first weeks leave from my tiny red van...and yes i have managed to let go of some of the hoarded spiders and found odds and sods that i did not know i still had lurking in dark corners by the end of these two weeks i will perhaps smile with a sigh...the bubbles are going well..my I-Pod is on fire..San Fran " flowers in your hair " was tuned up loud and repeated perhaps to often if any song reminds me of my childhood during the sixties then old Scott's is the main one...also reminds me must walk bare foot one day there. The media say perhaps this is the last week of Summer whom seem to me these days treat us like children fresh out of kindergarden or simply have no news to tell and fill us full of bollocks simply to sell newspapers.
I whisper to myself Autumn-Winter...such dreadful seasons running into each other where the sun does not shine for days on end and rain makes you grow webbed feet whether you like it or not. So  a heavy sigh form myself time to pull on the old wool dresses and wrinkled stockings even tighter..Ha....There is a protest march against the tories next Sunday through the streets of Manchester...if the weather holds i might wear my red t-shirt with embossed with
" Never Kiss A Tory "..i picked up from a pride week stall one year...So Goeth.

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