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and horsemouth up late and without his cup of coffee (yet).
yesterday (and for once horsemouth isn't lying it was yesterday when all this happened) horsemouth and his mum went out on the egg mission in the afternoon. it was warm and sunny. they met jack on the way over and horsemouth watched them stop and chat. in the morning horsemouth wandered out on the common - two dudes with a little all terrain vehicle golf cart thing were mapping out the water pipes under the common (unless they were mapping out the power cables). big splotched of blue paint upon the grass.
horsemouth followed the splotches and Xes back to the cottage on the common st. john's well cottage. it claims to be under video surveillance.
horsemouth is feeling a little out of sorts. he's back to the wen (briefly) on friday to see a gig. if he comes back the saturday there's no bus up from pontrilas in the afternoon (so he's walking so he is). for this reason he is unlikely to bring a wheelie bin and bring back more books.
and then it's the equinox, we are off down the long dark tunnel to spring.
next weekend he would like to be down in london again but he doesn't think he can make it. his mum is off in birmingham visiting the ballet with his brother and wife.
above can (that drummer is bang on).
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