perou prunes
breakfast with my friend les, in the 'bubble' to chew fat on the new perou-factory-that-almost-might-be.
i take, marrow, rhubarb and eggs from farm
les co-owns the roost, and dalston heights
return to farm and shortly after return to the bubble with z, who is at laser rush for yet another birthday party at laser rush.
mum-mum and dad-dad are at farm for the weekend.
to sturry car-boot with mum-mum, dad-dad, maximum and mr.bunny.
i buy 4 glasses for £1 that are identical to glasses my mum and dad had when i was a kid.
i think they were free with a £5 of petrol from mobil petrol stations round 1982
i am looking for three porcelain flying ducks for my office wall.
i fail in my quest
i will look on ebay later
ostensibly, the car-boot is full of shite.
this is no longer the way to find an interesting bargain or nick nack
we are at the car-boot as people are packing up and leaving: most seem to be leaving with the same amount of shite they came here to sell.
mr. bunny is a big hit though.
he is mistaken for a staff, an american bulldog and twice, a boxer.
i go from answering "he's an alapaha blue-blood bulldog" to "he's a 'blue-blood bulldog" to just "he's a 'bulldog"
and answer "yes, he's going to be big" and "yes he does have big paws" too many times.
RTF and spend the afternoon in the pool with z.
the pool is only 31º
it is warmer inside the pool than it is outside the pool
whitstable fish mix pie for dinner washed down with kopparberg strawbwerry and lime cider...mmmm
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