Things proceed better when one doesn't drink. I'm still as crabbit as hell though.
After meditating in the morning, often I go out for a walkabout, a bit of a constitutional really. During the week there's nothing out there but old folk and young mothers and the generally economically unproductive. But it's so much better than walking about in Bellshill!! You just open the front door and it's all there.
I went a walk through the Botties today because the light was so great.
The meditations are definitely going somewhere else these days. Somewhere much better. Even with the sometimes inconducive lifestyle choices. The retreat would take away these choices of course. They've said to bring mitts of some kind or oven gloves to help you slide your hands over the shiny floor whilst doing the prostrations. What a bunch of wimps, eh?
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Maybe the Holy folk are hoping you'll bring the boxing gloves.
Much brighter photos, did you change the batteries?
Albert? don't start me on this camera. I told Poisonous I wanted one that you just pointed and clicked. Like the mobile phone. But, oh no ...Hotboy
You just can't find good staff these days.
I say!
Morning constitutional - good for the bowels!
MM III
I say!
It will soon be that time of year when Hotboy's blog is full of Yuletide cheer.
The pleasure he gets from pulling his cracker...the smile on his face when he opens his present of personalised cuff-links...and the excitement he gets when he loads a further year into his Filofax.
MM III
Joyous seasonal cheer to all your readers.
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