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Once when I was out driving with my mother, as I recall up one side and down the other side of the Ards Peninsula, she pointed out some sheep to me.
"They're very big those sheep, so they are?"
"That's because they're cows!"
Since the first of January I have been postng a photograph on Flickr every day. This is much more difficult to achieve than it might seem. First of all I have to remember to take my camera with me everywhere and then I have to remember to actually take a photo. Having done that I have to upload the photo and post it to Flickr. What this means more often than not is that around nine or ten at night I am frantically searching round my extremely small flat for something to photograph. It also means that I am posting a lot of very mediocre photographs. Zoe is doing it as well but she has a greater variety of subjects than me.
The little chairs and the birdhouse are actually christmas tree decorations which I forgot to put away.
Today I have been doing housework and listening to music which somehow I have got out of the habit of doing, that is both listening to music and doing housework. Lucinda Williams and Iris DeMent have assisted me in cleaning the kitchen and mopping floors.
Tonight I am going to a party. It is so long since I have been to a party that I have forgotten what you are supposed to do at one. I know it involves trying not to drink too much and keeping out of the kitchen. The former is not a problem for me ; the latter is slightly more difficult. There will be a lot of architects at the party so I suppose I better make an effort to wear something suitable. Some class of an asymmetrical dress or frightening glasses. Unfortunately I don't have any items like these about the place.
Earlier today I had tea with TB and he showed me details of an academic conference he is going to. One of the papers was entitled something like: Your P***y Will Thank You For Reading This Paper: A Discourse. To think that tax-payers are funding this kind of filth.
Far away.
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