Stumblin'

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Diddly Dreaming.

While exploring the streets of some foreign land with a remarkable but oddly not exact resemblance to Rio de Janeiro I lost one of the nine rings with which I had adorned my right hand's middle finger (insert sad face).

The last I remembered of it was while I was engulfed in a complete and utter state of choc-whiskey induced excitement... An entire grocery store shelf dedicated to the glorious stuff. I chose the 90% dark chocolate whiskey slab by the fine chocolatier, Kindt, how delightfully ironic.

My investigative determination kicked in instantly as I left the friend’s house, now in what seemed like Woodstock Cape Town - a pre-party for whatever usual weekend debauchery was to follow, and retraced my steps back down the dusky orange-hazed streets of not-quite Rio. This ring, I should add, was like no other ring I had found before hence my need to recover its splendour - a little squirrel sitting atop its hill under which a garden of nibble daisies twists and turns. It's a wonder such a ring managed to fit my skinny fingers.

It remains a mystery as to whether that ring was found, however what I do recall before Monday morning smacked me in the face with a stomach ache, was I so fancily sprinkled the streets with sparkling grey fairy dust thanks to one of the other pretty fantastic rings I had managed to keep on its designated finger.

(I attempted to draw a picture of this marvelous ring but it landed up looking more like a circle with an obscene growth.)

Ruby Tuesday.

In the mood for a lil' petrol-fueled adventure.

Bed!

It's good to have you back.

Bombs, Riots, Snow.

Maybe that city didn't want me to leave.

Childish Meanderings.

Shine a light.

Au Revoir.

Red wine stains and holidays.

Salt Water and Cotton Wool.

Thanks Delilah.

Fifi's adventures continued...

Rollercoaster Ride.

That is all.

Wednesday's Child.

Trotting about the city with a sense of darkened aloofness.

In Loving Memory.

Eight years of space travel.

Chaotic Reminiscence.

A petit shop found during an Arlesienne wondering.

Féfé en France.

...enjoying some culinary delights.

petit café.

cerises délicieuses.

verre de vin rouge Châteauneuf-du-Pape.

boissons sur la plage.

Henry Blanc sugar lumps.

bouillabaise incroyable.

Post-it.

A note.

Psychoanalysis.

Rocking and Head Banging:
These two forms of behaviour usually occur together. Rocking begins in infancy and head banging at about age one. The rocking may occur in any position and under any circumstance, but usually is first reported as occurring before sleep.

(Handbook of Psychiatry; P. Solomon & V.D. Patch; Lange Medical Publications 1974. page 531)

Booked.

Twenty-nine days until this birdy flies.

Kids Will Cuss.

Goats are grand,
especially these two and what they plan to do with a hill of t-shirts and a meadow full of designs. Exclusively made for all you splendid does, billies and kids in search of some fresh new garb. It sure promises to be swell.

So don't be a silly sheep-ster, be like a goat and trot on over to their site of fun.


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