I was walking past the shops selling second-hand clothes, chances to win thousands, and expensive coffee, when I spotted a fellow walking towards me. A #citizen of this town, and how dapper he was! I went to shake his hand and my wrist banged against Oxfam's window. Twas me, in reflection!
There is a big network of #mycelium in my garden, chatting away, silently beneath the grass and the shrubs and the flowers. What are they saying? Do they know (I'm sure they do) about me? That I'm writing about them? I expect so, and are pleased. Yes, softly, a rise in background voices!
This #train is going very fast through the changing, green and grey and brown and black. Those around me stare and flip and touch and poke their little screens, oblivious. People are being bumped up and down and often sideways by this speeding, warm, light, thin metal tube, oblivious. #vss365
It was only when I squeezed the #trigger that I came to my senses and realised where I was and what I was doing.
Filling up my car at Tesco's when I had 400 miles of petrol in the tank.
Don't get old and absent-minded.
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