He was in last week, almost bragging about losing the security key. But I fixed him. I found a “problem” and injected so much anaesthetic that the side of his face went flaccid. He looked like he’d had a stroke - he must have been dribbling for ages!
FUTURE EVENT
Next week in The Telegraph. This will be big. A few words, well chosen. And they’ll never ignore me again.
Tweet.
Security card goes missing – total lock down &
reprogramme. Security card found in embarrassing
circumstances. PM’s covering his arse
Beds
MY OLD BED (3 OPTIONS, I WENT WITH THE THIRD)
Slightly stained second hand mattress heavily used by my donor friend. Springs individually felt through the mattress protector whenever I lay on it. But for the floor it was on, I’d have sagged to the middle every night. Rising from here each morning was a challenge, but I was grateful.
The mattress bore multiple witness to its previous life under my donor friend: stains and springs equally evident at the slightest look, the lightest touch. But for the floor it lay on, I’d have sagged to the middle every night. Morning risings were a challenge, but I was just grateful.
No frame, just a mattress on the floor. Old, worn and had clearly seen better days. Stained and bulging, pocket sprung springs sprung from their pockets, defeating the overworked mattress protector. Flat floor saving the sagging of age and overuse. But it was a gift and then I was grateful.
MY CURRENT BED
A simple, firm mattress on a low chest of drawers and other storage. The head and one side defined by the dimensions of my narrowboat home, its comfort and the boat’s situation delivers the best sleep I’ve ever had. But it constantly reminds of all I have gained and lost.
MY PERFECT BED
Using forces as yet undiscovered, it is perfectly programmed to support me in suspension. It recognises my body’s every need, knowing where and when I need firmer or softer support. It knows how tired I am, when I need turning and comforting in any way. My sleep needs nothing else.
150 WORD BED
Where was the protector to support my firmer way? Overuse of a stained and overworked worn floor reminds me of the old, comforting but constantly sagging and softer body’s need of firm defined suspension. My head and chest and every side programmed from a knowing situation, I am of as yet undiscovered dimensions.
I need support in tired and bulging age: I have low pockets, turning springs, drawers and storage but nothing delivers, the boat’s saving comfort knows. No, I had perfectly better in the days when I had just gained the flat floor and one simple pocket on the frame.
When forces sprung on the narrowboat my best home recognises sleep is their grateful gift. All and any else it ever needs was seen clearly and then sprung. How I’ve lost sleep by using and / or defeating other need. It it it it’s a a mattress mattress mattress.
Beds
MY OLD BED (3 OPTIONS, I WENT WITH THE THIRD)
Slightly stained second hand mattress heavily used by my donor friend. Springs individually felt through the mattress protector whenever I lay on it. But for the floor it was on, I’d have sagged to the middle every night. Rising from here each morning was a challenge, but I was grateful.
The mattress bore multiple witness to its previous life under my donor friend: stains and springs equally evident at the slightest look, the lightest touch. But for the floor it lay on, I’d have sagged to the middle every night. Morning risings were a challenge, but I was just grateful.
No frame, just a mattress on the floor. Old, worn and had clearly seen better days. Stained and bulging, pocket sprung springs sprung from their pockets, defeating the overworked mattress protector. Flat floor saving the sagging of age and overuse. But it was a gift and then I was grateful.
MY CURRENT BED
A simple, firm mattress on a low chest of drawers and other storage. The head and one side defined by the dimensions of my narrowboat home, its comfort and the boat’s situation delivers the best sleep I’ve ever had. But it constantly reminds of all I have gained and lost.
MY PERFECT BED
Using forces as yet undiscovered, it is perfectly programmed to support me in suspension. It recognises my body’s every need, knowing where and when I need firmer or softer support. It knows how tired I am, when I need turning and comforting in any way. My sleep needs nothing else.
150 WORD BED
Where was the protector to support my firmer way? Overuse of a stained and overworked worn floor reminds me of the old, comforting but constantly sagging and softer body’s need of firm defined suspension. My head and chest and every side programmed from a knowing situation, I am of as yet undiscovered dimensions.
I need support in tired and bulging age: I have low pockets, turning springs, drawers and storage but nothing delivers, the boat’s saving comfort knows. No, I had perfectly better in the days when I had just gained the flat floor and one simple pocket on the frame.
When forces sprung on the narrowboat my best home recognises sleep is their grateful gift. All and any else it ever needs was seen clearly and then sprung. How I’ve lost sleep by using and / or defeating other need. It it it it’s a a mattress mattress mattress.
you getting everything done for thursday?
ReplyDeleteAbout to try and start - I've been having fun with the river rising so much. It's over my wellies now so to get to and from it I have to put on a pair of shorts, some beach shoes I have and drop off the side of the boat into the water. It's now over my knees and still rising....
ReplyDeleteWhat about you? are you getting this homework done??