Taking a break I came down to Liverpool intending to get so much work done. Instead I woke up with a sick headache and aching body and the pain has lasted all day. It feels like a very bad hangover and that is ironic because I have given up smoking and drinking for a month. A month that ends next week and then i will treat myself to a new phone. At least I am managing to write this, despite the pain in my head and eyes, something that seems almost impossible in Arnside. I miss writing these entries and used to find it useful to do so regularly, but that was when life was easier and with fewer of the pressures and stresses of today.
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I arrived at the site on Thursday with Kit who hitchhiked from Liverpool. I passed him at Tebay sitting on a rock with his thumb extended like some evil goblin waiting for an innocent fool to come along. Several did, because he arrived at the festival ground not long after me. Actually we had a coffee together at Tebay before I drove on, leaving him to hitchhike as he had planned. Kit arrived about an hour after me when I had just finished putting up the tent. As evening fell the midges rose in their billions from the nearby marsh and we send an emergency text asking for supplies of insect repellent from the others who were due to arrive the next day.
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'The tradition of Father's Day can be traced in the ruins of Babylon. They have recorded that a young boy called Elmesu carved a Father's Day message on a card made out of clay nearly 4,000 years ago. Elmesu wished his Babylonian father good health and a long life.' So it says on a Father's Day Website. |
Fictional characters made real and real characters made into a fiction. Reality is an ice-cream, a very big ice-cream, that melts and freezes as the weather changes. Take Sonora Louise Smart Dodd. A woman deserving of canonisation, if ever one did. I urge you all, my many readers...
Many readers! What readers? - Well someone may read this if I leave it up long enough -
… to start telling stories about the heroism and saintliness of this woman.
The time during the terrible blizzard of 1902 when temperatures dropped to below -40 C and SLSD went out to deliver parcels of coal to the poor and needy. Finding a litter of stray kittens in the snow she took off here own fur coat to make them all little jackets and would have frozen herself had she not been discovered by a passing Snake Oil Salesman.
How she risked her life diving off a Missisippi paddle steamer to rescue her father's false teeth, after he had sneezed rather too enthusiastically while leaning over the taff rail.
Tell the children these stories and all the other ones you know. Make SLSD a legend!
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