Getting Plastered

Organised a visit by the Plasterer to quote on “skimming” the walls of the media-room. We’ll have to see if the price and so on is right…
P very happy this morning, and indeed this evening. Me too, even though I’ve got a snotty wee cold.

And now, to poetry!
These, my years, open and exposed like a patient etherised etcetera.
I bow to history, time, flux, inevitability.
My temple is crumbling; our time here is over; I’m thinking of going quietly.
One thousand square miles of heartache collapse,
hands cut on the lathe of the true aviator.
Collapse – come back and be surprised// slide.

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