Now they have a point. Perhaps that’s why I don’t get on with them. Bit of a fainter, me. Blood tests, jabs, knitting. All bring me out in a cold sweat. I’m a proper bloody nuisance when I have to go to the doctors or the hospital. Out here, they have a big bank ofContinue reading “Needles”
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Descartes
I just remembered his name, I think. Therefore, I am… going to continue. Maybe not every day, although that was my intention. Time will tell. Cars, scooters, vans, lorries. Indicators. If a tree falls in a forest and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Apparently, this (if we are toContinue reading “Descartes”
2020 - A Year of Perfect Vision 