bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Sunday 18th December 2011.

My working head is now down to the last mile,the last furlong,the last whole nine yards,Christmas is about to blot the landscape,and perhaps i am quite looking forward to shutting the door on the world for three afternoon and i am sure i can squeeze in a few more seconds some where along the line,before once more it is all over and i ask myself why...???..indeed i become swept up in the blotting cascade of one word...Christmas....Jingle bells Jingle bells..dear God...

  • 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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