My stomach is better. The rest of me . . . isn’t. Sigh. One of the splendidest pleasures of ME is the way the symptoms change. It’s like, jeez, what’s the matter with me? -Oh, right, ME. In this case, this is a particularly achy manifestation. This is what I’d be like if I ate lots of tomatoes all the time, I suppose, plus the sciatica
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It hasn't messed with your wonderful way with words --- YEAH!! I love them all in this entry, whether describing dogs, plants, trees. music racks, the value(?) of BBC bell ringing description, or the sheet music still at the cottage. A great delight, the lot. Thanks you.
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*** There’s a whole chorus of plaintive little plant voices I can hear ***
*** I have to be very careful not to touch my knapsack ***
isn't it amazing how inarticulate beasts, and (relatively) inanimate plants can bully one?
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