Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

England. Dreary. Drab. Colourless. Even red looks grey here. I would post pics if I bothered to but I’m not. It’s too cumbersome to get my ass out of the house to look at grey skies. Maybe later. Huge dandelions. Oh flowers in bloom. Bloody windy. Bloody rain. Waiting for that trip to Stonehenge to look at a bunch of standing rocks as a thrill. But I rather like it here. Prim and proper. Please and Thank yous everywhere. Haven’t met nasty people yet and don’t wish to.
Everything reminds me of something. Buses, parks, mall, mail boxes. Like there was a void in time between the last time I was here and now. A year’s worth of voidness. Everything’s basically the same. Nothing changed except people. Esprit is still where Esprit is. Mini Tesco’s still standing. I walk alone now. Naturally.

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