God I ache particularly my right hip, upper regions and weirdly my neck, right hand side also, i’m after a miracle worker to sort this out for me a Jesus type figure (any messiah will do).
Today as I drove in to work in rural Herefordshire I started to think about my fellow dog walkers, specifically the fantastic four, the four musketeers, the mega city four, et cetera , and whilst I wish them to remain anonymous a thought crossed my mind that it would make sense to call them by the initial of their first name, similar to Bond’s helpers back at HQ.
So may I present to you, ahem and with a drumroll… C,D,N and M, not necessarily in that order, but that is the order of the alphabet, which I use letters from all the time and can recite from A to Z, even with my eyes closed or in the garden.
Incidentally C had to avoid the walk today due to work commitments, C was not impressed but the prospect of being attacked by a large dog as C went about C’s daily business swayed C into getting in a little earlier when Cerberus was restrained.
There we go, some housekeeping.
I met a chap in rural Herefordshire today who customises cars and brings old wrecks back into their former glory, nice guy, lovely dog called Bluebell, wasn’t too keen on my Hi-Viz, but did take the time to bring me her duck toy, well chewed and stinky, just how i like it. His pride and joy was “Brown Truck” which won a hill climb at Shelsley B the first time it entered, clocking up 120mph (about, i wasn’t really listening to be honest) And the car was from 1920 something (again my listening organ seems to let me down sometimes when important stuff is discussed) I dare say N would be interested in this man’s shed as I was too. It had a sink, some mugs and a kettle and cars all over the floor.
Today the trees were alive with birdsong, and there is evidence of the green shoots of spring forcing their way through the stickiness of the woodland floor. I know this is what you nature lovers are here for, a record of the Shrawley Wood year. And anyway, isn’t nature wonderful? Yeah yeah yeah.
With this in mind i give you this tune.
I’ve also discovered that i can’t remember anything in any kind of logical order so if you do wish to see a grown man unraveling in a good way please check this blog out and tell your friends.
may you aches evaporate away in a hot bath of dead sea salts??
and may mr Woodpecker of the wood craft folk wish u well!
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why thank you mystery person, or should i call you by the letter of your name?
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