I risked the torrential rains and flash-freezing fronts of the north today, travelling by train and foot and locomotive, only to be told that I did not have to come in; everything I accomplished today could have been done over the phone. that was definitely worth the five years of my life I've shaved off from the stress of it all. xx
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my fingers and the moon may be interlinked at some level, and it's more efficient to be able to tell them apart, but it's all romanticism.
i'm certain that by now you'll have learnt never to regret any opportunity to travel on a train. the finest form of transport, other than the ultimate: cable car.
ReplyDeletea train can never worsen a journey, but sometimes it fails to completely make one worthwhile.
Deletesuppose i was imagining a sort of summer thunderstorm rain in sheets preston express, cosy, with free cakes. not the case? according to a 'five year' diary, on this day i was in a musty cornish hotel. i'm glad you're happier now.
Deleteno, no, no, a (too) dark and grey journey north to a (too) dark and grey north, expensive pizza slices (not enough cheese, not enough sauce). though I did avoid a telephone call
Deletei like being an unknown commenter, it feels ever so mysterious. i could be anybody at all!
ReplyDeleteyes, it's awfully mysterious.
DeleteMSSoS, astronomer-poet, mystery.
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