North easterly wind. Cold. Spook scratches. Pickle warms. Spyche sleepless. Gas fire burns. Memories of toasting forks and folks now gone. Tea and honey the thing.
Five years silent, but ‘there we are’. Now re-membered, revisited. YoYo Amore and Sweetbean suffer. Medecin, Rockit and Mixit have mates. Dougal and Zeb expand. Fineline and Homebase cook. Juggler and JoJo go to 2Js. Spyche and Settings double up and count the creaks. Mrs Maynot causes collective despair.
It’s been a year since Spyche had hutzpah: now prosthetic ally enabled, the scribe is back, out of the shadow and into lighter times; Self supporting at last.. back to blog ..missed
Spyche’s friend Jolo – http://www.pumpkinpie.net – comes off climbing wall, shatters leg, and is promptly dropped as web wizard by BPC (British Psychoanalytic Council). There’s thoughtful now.
Spyche’s birthday today and little Max’s funeral – Sweetbean (Mrs YoYo Amore) joins tears for a two-year-old whose words were ‘kiss’ and ‘nice’. Dougal double checks Spyche’s age, Settings saves himself, and Juggler makes Spyche laugh. Life catches us out but a blog lives on..
Frozen countryside .. motionless horses cold in rugs.. Clegg on train to Leeds fails to warm spyche’s spirits .. what an entourage – though nice to see he’s travelling economy or what heavies call standard. ‘Didn’t produce his ticket, though’ observes passenger. One of ‘ten-strong’ entourage must have..surely.
River Thames, full moon, Jupiter close by; faithful later still as moon softens and glows low in lightening dawn.. Is there a better place to hear own footsteps on ancient ground?