Although it was supposed to be a conversation…it appeared to be dual…parallel …we were talking at each other about different things…And paying no heed …to the arriving syntax.
Stop.
The difficulties (plural) manufactured by gossip (singular) are manyfold….(singular and plural)
Stop.
I can hear the crickets communicating in the grounds of my complex clearly making a better job of it than me.
Stop.
Their chirruping almost, but not quite, soothing this disappointed Scot.
PLEASE STOP.
The recently re-opened bar almost immediately below my balcony was at least playing Dire Straits instead of dire music. And the clientele appeared a little more sedate ….but as the lager levels rise……………..
I have become a dry cell of life……….with little charge left …running low on power… caught in the cross hairs as someone takes aim..
Anyone else require a pot shot?
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Well dear readers (s) if I am writing to an audience of more than one....whomsoever was fiddling with my FB, as you have nothing else to do...
life aint that bad..........
ReplyDeleteplenty of charge left in you...........
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