The hospital wards held a distinctive smell. Disinfectant and desperation and decay. In the tea room it was less so. In the tea room it smelled of biscuits. It smelled of apple pie and powdered custard. He was sat in the tea room. Everywhere he looked, people looked ill. Or sick with worry. A sort … Continue reading Fast & Slow Educations.
The Russian, recently bare, but now clad only in tiny vinyl shorts and flip-flops, was telling me all about how the dog days came to be called the dog days. Apparently it had to do with the stars, or the trade winds, or something. I tried to concentrate on the words, but he tended to … Continue reading Breadknife To An Iceberg.
May 31st 2019 'The Dudes' decide to throw a summer garden party. It has a Japanese theme. It is a walled garden with a wooden gate. The hedgerows are hung with paper lanterns. Paper dragons kite from hedges & trees. Pretty flowers border the neat lawns; they bob in the breeze. I am sat … Continue reading dream diaries…66
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