George The Milkman's blog

tuesday morning

september

back in town again after malingering in Manchester for a while

autumn falling into place

schools going back

shutter clacking

photos stacking

nerves wracking

christmas on the horizon

uploading uplifting images

indicating indiginous imagos

flying freely feeling frisky

finally fluttering groundwards

spluttering to a stop

after sexual sensations cease

to become one with the earth

reluctant redundant recombinant

ready to start another evolution

when temperature teminates torpitude

Not a bad day - in the morning cleaned parts of the flat, evicted some mice, did some washing. Afternoon was spent in front of the computer doing some work and processing graphics before the shower in the flat upstairs had a 'moment' when it deposited about 50 gallons of water through the ceiling into my kitchen. Landlord seems to be away at the moment so upstairs' occupants have been told not to wash!

Evening round at my brothers for a meal, watched the classic Dambusters film where they have removed the racially offensive dog name then back home to listen to Celtic Heartbeat on Radio Wales via the internet.

Not a bad day!

Just another day in toytown.

Time for meditation.

Rain still falling.

Cloudy skies.

Blue skies.

Sunshine.

Rain.

Bed.

zz.