the fog
i'm having some trouble getting to sleep recently.
go to bed and then fidget there for a few hours before eventually passing out before another early rise.
too much spinning upstairs...
my brother met us at the train station on our return to the garden of england.
all was well at the farm in our absence: noone had fallen down any stairs and torn tendons off their kneecaps.
was happy not to drive back along the undoubtably slow moving M2 today: there's freezing fog everywhere: heathrow's been shut down all day.
i like fog.
i often hanker for the polluted days of old london: with pea soupers: where you could slip away out of sight.
planted another 20 holly whips and 25 rose whips.
think i need another 50 holly whips.
maximum (junk guy) helped me plant and we alternated planting whips with making paper airplanes and flying them into puddles.
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