Now i wouldn't be here if not for her.....
I cannot even see if she is.....here
Because i cannot actually se these photos, here.
Having used up all other laptop batteries ...nope not going to cult central to charge up...ever again.
Zen.
this oldest one doesnt load the pixels such that they are visible to me...
but i can put her here.
not that you will ever meet her.
I know she is here somewhere
So, there we were... i woz..what a pretentious way of not writing, which i am not as this keyboard is so clunky and wonky even iu who can write anywhere any time...cannot for now...
July THAT year.... a few months earlier having survived simply the worst indignity any person can endure (INNOCENT !! - nothing to do with ...me... as Hanning of The Independent i had known well for years had heard first..)
"so what on earth now...ohhh lets go to the dullest little fayre of fat dull incomers ever all hinking if they wear their Duberry BOOTS MID SUMMER SOMEONE MAY MISTAKE THEM FOR A REAL COUNTRY LASS>>>(accidental cap no time to uncap ... i dont want to be doing this but some stories are too valuable to not tell) for something to do.."
sat fairly miserably an hour watching the waddlers..
And hark, what is THAT...
i don't need a picture anyway that would have been a little stalky i guess...
On the bouncy castle...a couple of nippers a bouncin...
and i saw a pair of arms.
Unshirted..bare... her body bent down to scoop one of her little bouncers up...
And then i saw her, arms...
The sinews. More beautiful than any Leonardo anatomical. More radiant than Homer's fancypants Helen..
Before i had even glimpsed her....face...
thoughbubble:
" oh fuck... i didn't know years what a wanted really... really... all that find a wife flirtiness, not me.... and her in the last place in the universe one expects to see Helen in the flesh and know how Ulysses felt... that i never knew what i wanted is what i want, and need.."
(a real country girl dotcom...later we would ascertain from lugging hay bales around half the day...).. but she didn't need to look up, and look just like Helen (or is Aphrodite more of a perfect ten), i already knew. Just from real human arms...
Anyway we better fast forward for now to the same unforgettable day...
And then just a few weeks later, powered on by Missus sinew arms...
I mean when you have discovered that there is a real one left...
Well.... you do indeed belying the wellness women, set off on an old sit up and beg on the "red alert hottest day of the year" radio fourskin ... (Mav and i obsessed with them being obsessed by skintone....ehh i thought we moved on from that 40 years ago...
when her and i went on peacemarches
not even a small bottle of water to 'hydrate' oneself for the whole hundred mile cycle ride through Snowdonia...
And even up THAT pass....she meets me atop
not seen since the day lennon was shot and i had to run away from this side of the world i was so in luv with err...
lots of these get in my photos hahh hahh....skins!
