Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Monday, 9 September 2013
Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon.
The shadows of trout, red-finned and huge, drift then splash and churn the water noisily as I pass. Oh please no, not the bloody Schubert Trout Suite earworm again...
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Ooh, la-la!
C'est la vie...
c'est la guerre...
et c'est ca, n'est-ce pas?
<-- the extent of 6th grade French.
However...
'the more you shall honor Me,
the more I shall bless you'
-the Infant Jesus of Prague
Meet me Upstairs someday.
Let's gitta BIG-OL-BEER.
Gotta lotta tok about.
cya soon, dear...
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