Having no tuppence for fish and chip supper, marrowfat peas, pale ale, bread and butter, I shaped a plaything from yesterday’s paper and pretended the pavement a pitch. Some time later, I mentioned the weather in a bus queue, under puddled umbrellas. I motioned a cup and a ring and a feather beneath afternoon nimbus, … Continue reading I Heard The Name Daniel Defoe.
Three schoolgirls, skirted, shirted, each with a small rucksack across their white cottoned back, play a sing-song game of dance and words in the carriage. They spin & slap the upturned soles of their smart shoes together, spin & clap palms. A pleated chorus of words & laughter accompanies the frenetic routine and the motion … Continue reading Doors Closing.
01/02/24 The French government are encouraging farmers to wear yellow (jaune) lambswool jumpers in an attempt to bolster the economy. 04/02/24 I discover two identical books about the band The Pixies in the pockets of a rain coat that DL kindly donated to me recently. The coat appears brand new and belonged to DL’s brother, … Continue reading dream diaries… 121
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