Wednesday July 15th 2015
knows his brain cells are struggling when he remembers a
word but forgets its meaning. It's almost preferable to
know the meaning of a word, but forget what the word is.
In the afternoon of yesterday, weather inclement with
high heat in swamp-like conditions, a word or phrase
drifted into what remains of your correspondent's mind.
The word was something like Quadrangle, or it might have
been something to to with Squirrel Nutkin, or it could
have have been something like Front Matters.
He was outside,
without any kind of mobile device, a political stance on his
part. He was patiently removing the victims of storm in a
Tic infested zone. He had sensible footwear, and a rather
fetching pair of almost matching socks and he was well
perfumed against the Biting Creatures. All of which meant
popping inside to access the streaming plenty wasn't that
straight forward And by the time he was able get to his
room, he'd forgotten what word he'd forgotten the meaning of
and his internet was out. In an odd way, it was a win/win