A rebel without a clue.

the end of a long day.

Slightly one too many Delirium Tremens late afternoon and early evening. Back to Emma's with a lightly battered special and mushy peas. To pick up Archie prior to 7am and then meander with him, allowing him to have a long sniff of Sandringham Park, then collect a disgruntled Lola who is finding Archie attention to her rear end a bit intense. She was quite happy with him prior to this. Actually she hid under the dining table to keep away from his amorous inclinations. Last night met up with Andy(allotment Andy) and Co and have decided Ian is not my sort of person: like my mum he dislikes anything which might effect his conceit and he's Conservative with a capital tosspot. On the way to the Mews there was an advert for something on in the afternoon at the Methodist church on Bank Street - something about Country Houses. And I almost went there just to try something different in Wetherby. Mother mentioned something about 'u3a' - University of the 3rd Age. Apart from going ...

So far so sober. Visited Archie's owners yesterday morning. David's parents are currently with the family prior to their visit to Bulgaria for the the summer. Discussed a few issues, but Archie is such a loving simple pup! He kept trying to eat his breakfast while between bouts of excited wrestling and helloing with me. Eventually he settled down to finish his bowl of duck kibble(it's all ever has due to a dodgy stomach) then came to me to be whispered to. A thing Snoops(deceased), Lola. Ruby and he all loved, love or are loving. Lola took me for a walk in the morning: around the town. At first I was taking her towards Deighton Bar, but then she decided she wanted to go up Ashfield, so I acquiesced (as I allow her to take me for a walk once a week). Then she took me across Law Close, up Audby Lane, across to Hallfield Lane, through the ginnel opposite Saint James's Primary on to Montagu Road, behind the Bob Shop into the Cemetery, then around it to Burrell Close, Third ...

Both is true and yet neither are. It's all a huge opinion. What is truth? It's impossible for us to know. I am listening to podcast about phages/antibiotic and which is the best/useful. Yesterday mother rushed to Harrogate Hospital for an issue with her other eye, not the one with macular degeneration, it's a constant reminder that she's almost 80. Luckily the Eye  Clinic could find no problem after tests... The problem began around the time of the heatwave... My guess is it's a result of dehydration, overheating, etc. She's not someone who drinks water. It reminds me of my father. Until the very end of his life head never drunk mineral water, as he only ever drank very sweet string tea(sweetened with concentrated milk), beer or brandy. While he was declining at Harrogate Hospital, in his final month, he was blown away by Volvic water... Imagine never drinking water regularly, because you were born before running water was a ubiquity. Yesterday Lola and I had a ...

The first morning of the long summer. Emma is in Ibiza and I am in her house until Saturday when I switch from this house to Archie's on North Street, for the remainder of the summer, as Iskara and David head to Bulgaria for the rest of the school holidays... It's a scary prospective being unable to leave Wetherby for around 42 days(6 entire weeks)! It's such a weak town with little really happening in it's small minded existence? For a small market town it just feels bland and up it's arse about nothing. Maybe I've just spent too long of my life enclosed in its crushing embrace. True, I've never felt entirely at home anywhere else, but I rarely go anywhere for more than to pass through it. And passing through villages, towns and cities does get a little repetitive as we humans have relatively few absolutes... Church, castle, tower, hairdressers, café, bakery, supermarket. On Saturday, as I travelled back from Amiens, through Beauvais, I felt the same absolu...

€1 to get from Amiens to Beauvais from quai 17 in the Gare Routiere; bargain. Must be some concession run by the municipalities to transport people in and out of that random airport - Tillé ... It's not Paris and it's technically not Beauvais... I have my habits. At the Auberge du Jeunesse I had two average machine made coffees so I must seek a third better man made allongé. Unlike that phoney Andy, from Bottle and Bean, I don't really need a coffee that does anything other than stimulate. I prefer the street vendored affairs: Place Gambetta and a LavAzza is Italian style enough: they've been roasting that way for centuries so I get a taste I like. One sugar melted and well stirred, but a petite galette I can take or leave, but for the second morning I take: I prefer a chocolate coffee bean. Am I a lost soul? The paths I move along often have little to impress themselves beyond a glancing veneer. I shuffle onwards ever seeking for nothing because there is nothing really...

People are afraid of wasps like I am fearful of people. Wasps are never fearful. They haven't the time on their 'hands' for worries. A worried hornet would be a wonderful image to cast in bronze, a la Rodin. A book is bought from a second hand book shop. Thousands of antique French novels and a small crate of English language novels and one French novel translated into English. The Heart-Keeper by Françoise Sagan. The backpack is empty so an extra short novella won't count. Sent a Blablacar request this morning, but the driver hasn't responded. There are plenty of buses between Amiens and Beauvais, but so far I had managed not to involve myself in that form of public transport. Just trains. Trains are romantic. Buses are so tedious on life's metalled highways. One tedious journey... Here we are with a basket of pain and a container of Choquoise to accompany the Gasper beer made from old French bread. Happiness is these three things and the Quai alongside the Som...