Not a Cooler Day
Jul. 22nd, 2021 06:25 amIt turned blistering and I'm still vaguely dehydrated and headache-ridden.
Three dresses and one pair of trousers to the good though, now I need handbag, shoes, swimsuit. Into Edinburgh today.
Shops, malls, buses, trains, everyone's still in masks. This is the good thing about Boris' influence, at least in Scotland; if he turns right the country automatically turns left. The moment he says it's safe caution automatically jumps to new levels. I don't think it will be enough though.
Phantom Tuxedo Cat is extremely solid, possibly some kind of platonic ideal of solidity. The cat sitter is certain he's a male and for sure that's one chunky lad with extra padding and no fear of humans. He couldn't be further from Surya's prim demeanour and dainty frame, and is even now sitting outside my French windows apparently expecting something. I think his name is Capitaine Gaston Du Cou En Laiton, though my Felinese is not always up to scratch. Not that he won't happily instruct me, he looks all set to move in. No way he can be a stray, but maybe he's lost. We have to chase him off with water or something, he'll freak out poor Biggy, but first let's see if anyone recognises him.
Orb Lord is back. He's been teaching in France, which seems to have been immense fun. I had high hopes for this stint in Paris as a kind of earthing exercise, a break from whatever horrendous chemical rubbish Dealer Ex might be chucking down his neck, but back he comes and the first thing he sends me is a new gif claiming that the latest crop circle (https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=343299864134574&set=pcb.343301730801054) is his name spelled out in hieroglyphs. ( https://www.facebook.com/messenger_photo/?fbid=372032477869089&message_id=mid.%24cAAAAAH_Kt2CA_Hx5GV6yzcyjMo6Z)
I have to quell my annoyance and tell myself it's harmless, and even if it isn't, there's nothing I can do about it. I've done the conscientious thing, all that's left now is ignoring him or good humour.
Three dresses and one pair of trousers to the good though, now I need handbag, shoes, swimsuit. Into Edinburgh today.
Shops, malls, buses, trains, everyone's still in masks. This is the good thing about Boris' influence, at least in Scotland; if he turns right the country automatically turns left. The moment he says it's safe caution automatically jumps to new levels. I don't think it will be enough though.
Phantom Tuxedo Cat is extremely solid, possibly some kind of platonic ideal of solidity. The cat sitter is certain he's a male and for sure that's one chunky lad with extra padding and no fear of humans. He couldn't be further from Surya's prim demeanour and dainty frame, and is even now sitting outside my French windows apparently expecting something. I think his name is Capitaine Gaston Du Cou En Laiton, though my Felinese is not always up to scratch. Not that he won't happily instruct me, he looks all set to move in. No way he can be a stray, but maybe he's lost. We have to chase him off with water or something, he'll freak out poor Biggy, but first let's see if anyone recognises him.
Orb Lord is back. He's been teaching in France, which seems to have been immense fun. I had high hopes for this stint in Paris as a kind of earthing exercise, a break from whatever horrendous chemical rubbish Dealer Ex might be chucking down his neck, but back he comes and the first thing he sends me is a new gif claiming that the latest crop circle (https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=343299864134574&set=pcb.343301730801054) is his name spelled out in hieroglyphs. ( https://www.facebook.com/messenger_photo/?fbid=372032477869089&message_id=mid.%24cAAAAAH_Kt2CA_Hx5GV6yzcyjMo6Z)
I have to quell my annoyance and tell myself it's harmless, and even if it isn't, there's nothing I can do about it. I've done the conscientious thing, all that's left now is ignoring him or good humour.