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It’s been a while since we chatted and I have often wondered how you are.
The froth on my vending machine coffee is disintegrating, and the edge of my crisp is fighting to delve into the vacant void where my recently excavated tooth once lived.
Outside the rain has reduced to a gentle drizzle and the air is crisp.
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There is something mesmerising about each fresh layer of snow, the way the layers compact and cleaves together on each fractured tree bow with adhesive icicles . . .
. . . Fascinating. . .
Today I climbed a mountain, the air was crisp and the pathway strewn with footprints of many walkers each treading the path that lay before my trudging boots. Judging by the depths of the varying indents, the size and stature of those that previously walked the blizzard like snow, varied immensely.
I’m at a service station on the M5, there is a woman sat outside on the kerbside.
She is holding a cardboard sign in front of her shawl-covered knees. The sign reads M50-Cardiff.
Multiple cars and lorries pass her by, likewise motorbikes and camper vans, each without a glance in her direction.
There is a long queue at Costa Coffee, yet the logjams at the alternative vendors are equally elongated, hence, I have settled for Costa, I rather enjoy their decaffeinated coffee and it is getting late.
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Today has been an interesting day! It began in the usual manner, the shill tone of the alarm clock, and the sun’s dim glow from behind drawn curtains, indicated that a new day had begun.
But as I placed the dental floss between my protruding teeth, something felt slightly odd! Something I couldn’t explain had stirred the excitement gene, generating a power surge behind the mechanics of my thoughts and it was peculiarly nauseating!
With the chores completed I ventured into the nearby city to purchase shoes. You see, winter is fast approaching and my cholesterol-lined arteries now require assistance to heat my feet in the coldest of weather.
Im sat consuming a coffee and a little piece of chocolate in a busy deli-eatery. The chocolate I am consuming is an easter egg reduced to half-price by a shop who’s marketing strategy failed to maximise revenue from the crucifixion.
There is a young boy, no older than 6 years of age sat at a table close to where I am located. He is sat with his father and is striving to engage him in child like activity, in a historical game derived from the nursery rhyme ‘pat-a-cake’. He is persistently wrestling with the clasped hands of his father trying to pry them apart for play.