Blast-Ended Skrewts
I read Harry Potter at bedtime last night, as I have every night for a week or so, and this morning everything I've done has been punctuated by the phrase, "Blast-Ended Skrewts." It's such a great name. Satisfyingly ejaculatory. "Blast-Ended Skrewts!" shouted my subconscious at me at odd sporadic moments, as I...
...got up early and went swimming. Then I fixed up a washing line in the garden and hung some sheets out to dry (in last-minute preparation for Ms Pepper + family coming to stay tonight). Then I went for a ride on a local cycle path - it's an old sunken railway line, with steep banks on each side covered in mature trees and wild flowers, so the whole trip was conducted in lovely dappled shade. Then I ate half a ripe honeydew melon and listened to one of my favourite tracks (The Awakening of a Woman, by Cinematic Orchestra) with the volume turned up to 11 in the bath, and now I'm naked at the computer (sorry, TMI).
Food for all the senses. Summer is here at last.
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...got up early and went swimming. Then I fixed up a washing line in the garden and hung some sheets out to dry (in last-minute preparation for Ms Pepper + family coming to stay tonight). Then I went for a ride on a local cycle path - it's an old sunken railway line, with steep banks on each side covered in mature trees and wild flowers, so the whole trip was conducted in lovely dappled shade. Then I ate half a ripe honeydew melon and listened to one of my favourite tracks (The Awakening of a Woman, by Cinematic Orchestra) with the volume turned up to 11 in the bath, and now I'm naked at the computer (sorry, TMI).
Food for all the senses. Summer is here at last.
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