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?