The struggle to find a clothesline where one could be stationary and move wet clean cloth into the brisk air, was getting intense, but then, loe and behold, it was where I last saw it. The options reserved for the drying public on the United Kingdom, lack utility.
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Travels by bus are filled with the sensation usually reserved for air travel turbulence. Soon I will board one of the rolling death cuboid, once at my destination, to slather hand gel and sit in the quiet dawn, not knowing if a fatal wisp has begun to unravel inside me.
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I watched the telly show Devs and it seems to be a standard “I created a monster” story. Very much in the form of “Frankenstein’s Monster” riven with romance and atmosphere. The music and sound are also striking and like nothing I have heard on telly before. Worth attention in these days of pestilence.
Stickers for luggage not yet purchased have been sourced. It was strange to discover that the people who offered the decals I found most beguiling also presented a sour politic. These lovely decals were depicting the various locations I have ended up, along with more memory for my slow computer. Moving forwards and back while staying still.
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Rodney Sanches
