Ducking the trend.

St, James Parked under a heavy sky.
Smoke was billowing out of a Buck house chimney – had the Pope died?
I walked round the lake and saw with my own eyes families of ducks dipping for supper. There was a veil of damp rain it was quite literally water off a ducks back.
My first night alone, Jim has the press in this evening.
I am eating a massive raw salad as if munching went out of fashion.
Itinery:
Blog.
News.
Coronation Street.
Reading.
Documentary on Channel 4.
Paul Mckenna’s cd and sleep.
bugger I’ve just dropped rocket all over my keyboard – Alt Gr and Start are all covered in mayo….
worra mesh….