But if I did have a combine harvester, I would give you the key.

I’ve been away for a few months. I’m back with this thought:

I don’t have a brand new combine harvester.

Why won't you breathe!

There is a statue of a man on horseback near to where I live. It stands on its own at the crest of a hill.

The horse is lifting its leg, with its mouth open, looking a little wild.

An electric wire runs up to the statue but there are no lights. I hope that there is an electric fire generation machine inside the horse and that it breathes fire at night.

I doubt it, but hope exists.

You know those shapes you see when you shut your eyes really tight? Shapes, squiggles, dots… and sometimes whole things that you were looking at a while ago, like a screensaver of the eyes.

The other day I closed my eyes tight and saw a pack of Mother’s Pride Muffins. Strange thing.

Haunting my dreams

Four bass guitars. Nothing else. I think that would be fun.

This Haiku

Is a simple Haiku

This Haiku

Photocopy something. Photocopy the photocopy. Photocopy that photocopy. And so on.

You are doing this for a reason. To bet on how many photocopies it will take until illegibility is reached.

Unbeatable fun.

I can’t knit. I have not often observed knitting. Last week I had a dream where I was knitting. Whilst doing the luge.

Weft and warp, weft and warp

A TV show where you have to make yourself as UNLIKE the person you are impersonating as possible. Then people have to guess who you are.

The magic is back.