Wednesday 1 September 2010: Scrape
Last night at about midnight I alone in my bed heard the huge sound of what I thought was a juggernaut coming up the drive. It was nothing :O!
Maybe the ghostly wind in the slate mines or the ghostly slate miners travelling home on the now defunct railway who knows but more importantly I got5 up straight5 away in case they were burgulars and went to confront them ... NO-ONE is going to kill me in my BED
anyway have started scraping and rubbing and sanding walls and choosing colours
a filthy day with all sorts raining down on me made glorious by6y escaping with the bucket of tea into the fresh hot air of the garden
PLUS my shut down bank account ( due to cloning in Northampton) has now reopened WOOHOOO
so sod the ghosts or as emilythepemily suggests UFO's
and on to get my photo printed for the village show ( competition photography an autumn )
have chosen one of me blips
second woohoo
laters
ticket in car park running out...not even time to post other shot
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Give them back their slate hammer and they will leave you alone (and alive in your bed)
~ kaybee
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