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Bredonborough.
A fab day. The sun is shining, the sky is blue, it is cold & it doesn’t matter.
Bredon Street…
Market Square…
Back of the house…
The mistletoe is spreading…
… so next step: Druidic ceremonies at the end of the garden. Pagan rites have been celebrated at the top of the garden, several times, to celebrate the coming of the summer. These, much to the amusement of my Wife. Her husband runs naked from the kitchen door, leaping into spontaneous dance forms to propitiate the Season’s gods.
The She-Minx has told me that, on my arrival home yesterday, she was kind to me by withholding comment on Guitar Craft Breath. This is a feature of life on courses, apparently, a testimony to the good work of the kitchen. A similar version of this used to be known as Health Food Breath: one admired the healthy diet of friends, while taking two backwards steps to congratulate them on their healthy appearance. Another aspect of Health Food Breath is one I shall not remark on in detail, other than noting that that HFB is conventionally at the front & top of the body; and that two backwards steps were not far enough.
T has baked a welcome home loaf of Bowelene the Wonder Bread.
18.56 A wonderful day at home.
"Fear is a preparation for failure."
