I'll post more about this later I suppose. I'll post other places once I've decided how much location info and other detail I actually want to put on Google+ and twitter (on which I normally do not put much, if any, info about my location)
Along the Great West Road in Brentford there's a traffic sign. Just a very simple white metal sign with plain black lettering, on a post by the side of the roadway. One of those signs in the shape of an arrow, indicating which way the approaching traffic should turn to reach the destination indicated on the sign, and how much further they should
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A comment from squirmelia now has me considering the 30th of April (a Saturday) as an alternate date for the "pony party". It's ten days after Pico's birthday, but it is still in his birth month. And hey, he's a Londoner now, and Londoners frequently have to schedule their parties to accomodate busy social schedules
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My flatmate R and I have divided kitty-feeding between us: I feed breakfast in the morning, he feeds dinner in the evening. (He's a lampy - a lighting engineer for gigs and events - so this division makes sense with our respective sleep-wake routines)
If I don't have an alarm set (which is most of the time right now, when I'm a lady of leisure an
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