The rope swing with big red rubber buoy up the back got plenty of use today. We also visited the horse and tut (ram), these two bachelors occupy the field opposite the house and both are ever eager for attention much to the boys delight. A spot of fishing for tadpoles in the pond nearby. Caught the first newt I’ve ever handled, a feature of practically every British children’s book. Salamanders and the like are exotic to me. They look remarkably like miniature crocodiles hanging in the sunlit water just below the surface.
Primary care and odd jobs precluded creative work until it was to late to want to start.
Been doing plenty of readings from this hilarious translation in my admittedly dreadful accent:
This list, well lets just say it isn’t getting any better. The opposition could do worse than just replacing their entire campaign materials with a link to it.
Interesting parallels in Kings Cross’s history with current developments. Hopefully no murders this time around though.