And so the year starts its inexorable wind down. The morning walk, so recently accompanied by the visual cacophony of blazing sunrise now takes place in darkness. At the end of October of course this will briefly be reset but for now Seren and I are experiencing the postprandial perambulations for the first time with no visual stimulus. Okay, I was slightly disingenuous there...I carry a 6 volt Cree LED torch which lights the mo Mais oui. An your so-called CREE torrrch it take away ma naht vission, Mister so-called DER AGGY! rning with a...wait...what? Oh no you dont M.Reynard. Firstly youre a fox born and bred in the Midlands. You dont GET to have a French accent even if I refer to you as M.Reynard. Secondly I would suggest that accent is straight out of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I suspect that youre about to fart in my general direction. Stop it. Thirdly...what the hell are you doing in my narrative, uninvited? That is usually the prerogative of Se DER AGGY! WE SEE DER FOPS AGAIN! WE SEE DER FOPS. DER FOPS HAVE DER MAG NIFFY SCENT EYES! ren a pupp....do you know something? Im beginning to think someone is leasing living space inside my head...this is embarrassing...
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 05:46:40 +0000
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