A pot of tea is in front of me, and the potential for porridge is looming. I'm recovering after a restless night...I'm hoping they were dreams. The lights, the smell of oil, the rubbery flesh...
I'll pour another cup before I tweak my levers.
Wednesday 28 January 2009
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"...the rubbery flesh..." Hmmmmmm, did you experience any sensation of manual inflation?
ReplyDeleteThere was a slight vibration in my connecting rods - so much so I had to reach for my magic stick for support. I'm on my third litre of 'Mad Jack' cider now though, so sleep should be quick, and dream free tonight.
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