playing catch up….
so, a few distractions and technical hitches have meant it's been 12 days (yes 12 whole, criminally negligent days - and a big thanks to uncle chancy for making that point crystal clear in what can only be termed as the email equivalent of a bitch slap) since the last post. for the above, you can substitute a single word that will surprise few of you, seeing as it stands as more than just an excuse, but also as a way of life. that word? FAFF. been sucked in one end and blown out the other. a graphical account of that (spiritual) state is what follows: 3up for orange lollies a living, breathing, walking shrine to everyone's favourite decade it's official: Dumps can work my vans better than i can ....to say nothing of cardboard boxes! ...and cycling shoes! local birthday assemblage two new friends.... yes Dumps, we can see you without the binoculars.. Charlie and Satya: the self-proclaimed 'Schmallies' coconut throwing from our roof seemed like a good diversionary tactic....at the time. would you trust this man with your fish?