annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I could drink a case of you and still be on my feet If I'd started this an hour ago it would be full of the joys of fresh air, a fresh view blah blah blah. But I tripped over a guy rope while holding a mug of coffee and went splat on my arse in a pile of non-specific animal shit and threw boiling hot coffee over the rest of me. Maaaan. I'm now showered and anointed with creams and potions, my pyjamas are in the washing machine, Maria's gone food shopping, Sara and the kids are holding snail races and I'm officially calming down. I love my tent. I love the way it's familiar and comforting inside no matter where I set it up. I sleep on a sun-bed, quite a flash one, with a thick foam mattress, with a couple of quilts, one under, one over, and my big feather pillow. I put my bright pink rag rug in the other side, to counteract the blast of blue nylon. If I can manage not to fall over again, life is good, right here, right now. Just noticed the date. My father would have been 90 today. I'm glad he didn't live to see me so fucked up. Nearly midday - I feel a zizz coming upon me. Hope you're all having a peaceful day. xxx 11:41 a.m. - 24/07/2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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