Post for the post...

In February they made a wee switch. My pick-up location for the post...It is right down the road from the flat I may soon be taking...It would make a shorter spree and it would save me pounds of time.

I would hate really, to break June Bugs dear mechanical heart, but I am currently in the market for a bicycle as well. The library I use for research is not much farther down. It has a grand bicycle lift and storage on the second floor...we'll have to see about it.

Today I have learned much about a civilian who is located in Doncaster, I believe he is the same chap who my friend Elisabeth was telling me about on Sunday...poor fellow. He used the GPS system in his auto and followed it down a footpath nearly driving off a cliff...he is being charged with negligence...as if his experience wasn't punishment enough.

At least for once my research is on the scale of interesting...most of the time the people, places or events that I study are a simple bore.

Today I am proud to know Robert and am thankful that the government is willing to waste your money that they might pay me to follow him up...

Tip of the day: While using a gadget in your auto, please also use your peepers...or at the very least, a small amount of instinctual sense...

June Bug

My first day in London, I needed a car and I knew exactly what I wanted...I had saved every ounce I could to be able to find her.

One day she was there in the Times.

The cost of the fair to the country was worth the scenic drive as well as the resulting love.

I found her in June and she had an enormous bug stuck on her windshield.

She was raised in the country.

Now she helps me in a smoggy city.

She would rather be sitting, stalled, waiting for a flock of sheep...

and so it is, she understands me.

Flat...

Today I am hunting.


June Bug will be taking me over encrusted streets to find our new space.


BBC saftly snooze buttoned.


An envelope delivered, a paycheck posted.


Leaving the beloved misery of my hopeful dust.


I am stepping forward to kick my trade into the market of a new flat...


Today will be simply for my love of green in the springtime.

Morning in Leeds...

I don't belong in England.
Hello.. why does that sound familiar?
Waking to the reports of West Yorkshire Sports coverage is not something I had considered when signing this contract. My poor shy friend. This flat. It has served well but like gratuitous mesh stockings at a shoe store, its purpose has just about expired. Life, shoes and apartments, expiration dates.
Deadlines however, are immortal.
Today my toes crept out first, and then when my hips teetered properly over the edge of my bed I twisted in the usual back bend over stretch...morning.
I have had an argument with my soon to be history, mostly dim, flat.
The appeal of its twin east facing skinny windows. I understand my need for the ethereal glow. I am standing center position in a grey box. It is rubbish.
Tomorrow I will search for a new flat. Not today.
Today I feel a strange tinge of guilt.
I'm leaving behind a small almost empty space.
Another envelope awaits, in my constantly obedient routine.
A white envelope sits in another small corner. Waiting for me...always waiting.
For the pick-up today, I am choosing to wear pink.
Today, I am going to be lonely in crowded places, and crowded in lonely ones.
Pink today.