Tuesday 5 April 2016

Back to the Backward Chronicles. (2)

in the valley below

Come back later.

This fish tank telephone box isn’t ready. It’s a non-fish tank fish-tank phone box.

It’s covered in screens and polystyrene.

Over there.

That’s Claridges.

Wait here, I’ll explore.

We want this sorted now!

Arrive at Bond Street.

Let’s argue about the route.

Pass the green cab house that serves tea and enter the Underground.

Why? Because we have a car.

Drive to the Underground.

Forget about Stockwell, it’s too much – let’s go.

Wash up.



Lounge about, write mails, drink tea.

Feed the cats.

Wake up.

(probably a pee or two in there).


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