this is what horsemouth would guess from the noise and then they flew from out of the bracken and brambles up into the skies. this was on horsemouth's last visit (of this trip) to the common. there was a frost on the ground wherever the sun did not reach. the air was crisp and clear and the sun shone.
at newport horsemouth nearly missed the train back into london. the city was shrouded in fog horsemouth started to daydream. then he noticed the train had pulled in behind him and he had to run back along the platform to get it. round bristol the fog thinned out and the sun shone strongly. it seemed a shame to be travelling on such a beautiful day.
horsemouth had been away for a month. when he looked at his ticket he realised he had to travel back that day (or pay for an additional single).
and so horsemouth is back in the wen. the kitchen was relatively tidy. the recycling had been done. the front room and corridor have gone to shit again.
rob, horsemouth's friend in malaga, has released an album of a live gig (both on bandcamp and on physical CD). there's a video of the gig to whet your appetite. horsemouth likes it already, it's tight and focused.
today horsemouth plans to bank a cheque. he's just sitting here wrapped up in the duvet drinking his coffee. in a bit museli for breakfast. then a journey. tomorrow a social gathering (which horsemouth has been preparing for by being anti-social).
horsemouth should probably re-institute publishing his scribbles. he claimed that, now that he no longer works, he is no longer bored and so no longer does scribbles. but this is not true (as a brief look at his diary will convince you).
on the subject of diaries horsemouth should get one for this year so that his 2021 diary can join the others in the box.
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