power, force, motion, drive...
propaganda.
i appear to be slo w i n g d o w n.
for chistmas, only (i hope).
although i'm shooting up till 22nd dec this year: i'm fighting it: the rest of the countryside seems to have already broken up for it's christmas holidays.
on mrs.perou's advice, i discovered broadstairs' tesco extra today.
and fought off a panic attack somewhere in the middle, round about the dairy aisle which disappeared into the horizon.
it's a colossal store of gargantuan proportion.
it has two floors and an escalator between the two which tells you when you're about to reach the end of it: 'warning. warning. you are about to approach the end of the escalator. be ready to push your trolley'.
quite horrifying.
bought some goose fat to roast some potatoes in on christmas day.
(sorry vegitarian friends...and morrissey)
i'm going down with z's cold just in time for my agent's christmas party tomorrow night.
:(
delivered two bottles of our water (from the well) for analysis to snodland (40ish miles away).
soon we will know the exact composition of our h2o.
i called maximum by his name today, and he cried 'noooooooooooo: not maximum...i've changed my name'
'what are you called now?', i asked.
'junk guy' said maximum/junk guy.
mrs.perou made gingerbread people (of both genders and some undefined) with our sons.
but for the young sons screaming, crying and whooping, it has been quite a quiet day.
think the chickens are on some kind of strike though.
yesterday, got 6 eggs.
today only 3.
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