Making cake, i.e. icing and decorating it, I let ooze yesterday and my heart so ( to quote my youngest ) isn't into it. Just want to go asleep. Very, very tired after gig last night. Have discovered that whilst I'm not too old to go into the mosh pit my legs and hips hurt like buggery today. Not like buggery, just hurt a lot if you know what I mean. Reading Agatha Christie at the moment so lapsing into old English.
Right, here goes again. . . . .
Our modern lives are held together by a fragile network of humming boxes.
The refrigerator, the oven, the washing machine—they are the silent
sentinels t...
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