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The pills which Dr. Dennis prescribed are starting to affect me badly. I keep momentarily falling asleep and having the most terrible daydreams. Not visual dreams, atmospheric ones. When I come to all that remains is a tone, a feeling... something very claustrophobic. I think I need a holiday.
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Cumbria sounds like a nice place to visit.
ReplyDeleteor Streatham perhaps?
ReplyDelete@ Quiet Richard: i'm not going back there after what my brother done... they'd stone me to death! X
ReplyDelete@ Nick: I would love to but my face must stay hidden. In the further future we will meet, I know it. When all this is over we'll have a lemon tea in the Streatham sun or the Spanish rain. X
What would a holiday be like for WFJ?
ReplyDeleteIt is difficult for me to imagine you relaxing by tropical waters, sipping a cool, tall glass of something.
I picture you seeking out cool overcast skies and hunting for foul-smelling mushrooms. Or hunting for mildewed bicycle seats in the antique district.
Inquiring minds want to know...
@ Jason Zenobia: You'll find out soon enough. I'm off to Jamaica early next week. X
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