Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Friday, 14 December 2018
Phase number 25? Misplaced post
Oh. I'm in the process of going back over all old posts and amending the appalling spelling/grammar, etc, as I want to make a blog-book. This post was from about nine years ago and has time-travelled to the 14th of December 2018. I don't know how to move it back so, this bit of history will stay here.
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For the boy person, or maybe not really boy anymore, there have been major changes over the summer and he has grown up a lot. Walking to college he now keeps the obligitory distance from his mother as we approach the place; saying 'Its time for snugs (bedtime) is well out of the question and nick-names. Nope.
Note the parrot on computer.
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