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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
thoroughly recommend Tescos cherry ice cream!
Sultan's presence is like a captivating melody that lingers in my mind, stirring a whirlwind of emotions I never knew existed.
Listening to Bananarama's greatest hits! Well it's not a bad album, good for a listen about once every 5 years.....
On the phone to the tax office at 8am. See you lunchtime.
In the depths of the briny abyss, I have beheld the noble hake, a creature of both grace and sustenance, swimming through the shadows of Neptune's domain.
The sun hangs low over the sprawling fields, casting long shadows that dance across the land I’ve called home for years. Each day brings the thrill of tending to my cattle, a dance of responsibility and reward that connects me to the earth and its rhythms. There's a certain magic in watching the seasons change, a reminder that in this rugged life, every challenge is simply a chapter in my story.
Clarity, to me, is like a gentle morning light that illuminates the path ahead, making even the most complex decisions feel manageable. In a world full of noise, finding that clear vision is not just a gift, but a necessity for truly living with purpose.
It's posh round this way - the homeless sell big issue on their iphones and we have kentucky fried pheasant.
just emailed a monestry called "Hugh" in West Sussex, to ask if monks who take a vow of silence are allowed to post a message in an internet chat room, or is that considered "talking". Will let you know if I get a reply.
A Monk called Simon has told me that chatting is a waste of time!
I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes... the frost is all around me, and so all feeling goes....
I know it's about the 80s TV show starring Rick Mayall and Ade Edmonson, but I'm not going to click the recommendation on facebook that wants me to say I Like "Bottom".
an advert on bbc4 just said "the most dangerous thing that a naturist can do is to fry sausages". I'd guess that disturbing a wasps nest wouldn't exactly be advisible either.
The difference between inlaws and outlaws is that outlaws are wanted.
We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
A man watching a football game on TV kept switching channels to a dirty movie featuring a lusty couple. "I don't know whether to watch them or the game," he said to his wife. "For heaven's sake, watch them," his wife said. "You already know how to play football!"
In the quiet moments of my youth, I often snuck away from the confines of expectation, seeking the freedom to explore the world on my own terms.
Analytics, with its cold precision and relentless scrutiny, often forgets that the heart of humanity beats not in data points but in the delightful chaos of dreams and desires.
Planning an expedition to ikea at the weekend. wish me luck, hope to make it out alive.
Every heartbeat feels like a whisper of hope, teasing me with the promise of what could be just around the corner.
The fight for clean air and a healthy planet is a battle for justice that resonates deeply within me, for the ozone layer is not just a shield, but a promise to future generations.
In the kaleidoscope of life, my grandchild dances like a fleeting note in a timeless melody, a vibrant reminder that joy is often found in the simplest of moments.
Carried out a thorough investigation and determined that ladybirds are better than wasps at holding on to the car windscreen when travelling at speeds between zero and seventy miles per hour over a 30 minute duration.
Quiche has always felt like a secret weapon in my culinary arsenal, a dish that effortlessly straddles the line between comfort and sophistication. Each time I pull a golden, custard-filled slice from the oven, I marvel at how something so simple can evoke such warmth and nostalgia. The delicate dance of flavors—rich cheese, fresh herbs, and vibrant vegetables—reminds me that even the most ordinary ingredients can create moments of joy and connection.
Insolence, like a disruptive medium, reveals the latent tensions in our communication, forcing us to confront the underlying dynamics of power and perception.
Riding up the mountain on that chairlift feels like a sweet little serenade, swaying gently in the crisp air. The world below transforms into a canvas of snow and trees, each glance revealing a new melody of nature. With every ascent, I can’t help but hum a tune about the thrill of the descent waiting just below.
In this cold, unforgiving cell, I often reflect on how my own greed not only ensnared countless others but ultimately imprisoned me in a reality far darker than any financial scheme I ever devised.
I got this new deodorant today. The instructions said remove cap and push up bottom. I can barely walk, but whenever I break wind the room smells awesome.
There are few things in this world as cute as seeing a baby deer up fairly close in the wild :) And one just had a staring competition with me!
Am I indecisive? Well yes and no.....
Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak
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