The convention should be to say excuse me, when broaching a new subject.

If she is watching a video on her phone. One should ask to interject. Apologise, share the information and do as you intended.

Pobody’s Nerfect. Trut by.

Are you moving into a new pregnant car job death lottery house?

Put that on a gravestone

He went to Pilates each morning. Not for the love of breathing, but to be in close proximity to Sally. A thirty something year old vegan, with hair in a chopstick bun and countenance that couldn’t be taught or learned. Starting each day, with breath work. He’d meditate with a fixed idea of her. Sweat glistening, eyes closed. And he would imagine the air she exhaled, flowing through the room in a blue stream. A vapour trail, exuding from her. Pushing past her lips, and then flowing past his. He’s inhale her blue, and exhale green. His heart warmed, quaking with her. Sweet and warm and treated. Each command would make his skin prickle. Sensitive baked and straining with the heat of the class. The bottom fold of her cropped shirt was impossible. Effort, was a fountain of youth. In the showers after class he wore flip-flops. He’d picked up a kind of foot fungus the year before, that resulted in blisters and then a staffing infection. He’d had a red line from his groin to the instep of his right foot for a day, before going to emergency to be put on a high liquid dose of antibiotics. He’d missed eight of his regular classes and lost his morning place and reservation. Spaces were limited, allocated by attendance, and because he’d failed to notify them in a timely manner, over two days he’d been fined and lost the ability to book all the following week. Although his doctor suggested he take two weeks off to fully recover. After nine days, yellow and battered. He sat in the deep blue mist of her instructions. Breathing out in happy, green company.

Day 1

Arrive in the early morning morning

Find bike shop after going to the incorrect shop. “It was very nice to meet you both”

Got bike from “Damo” – his kid(?) was eating those tinned spaghetti and some bits of scrambled egg with a large spoon. The brief was just that. I was hiver 4 bus tokens, which would take me to the top trail head.

Took Barnabus (the bike) around the lake a couple of times. There were two dads, taking their ~5 year olds for a spin. I passed them a few times, having taken side quests which put me behind them again and again.

“Hello again, good work little man, g’day”

From the lake I rode to the bottom trail head. A shuttle was waiting and looked half full. I had a couple of free tokens in my back pocket. Happy days and good timing. I loaded up my bike, after a bit of messing about, “big ones towards the back”, it was all sorted and I piled aboard. Up-up-up we went. I’d read the board which had a list of trails. This included the difficulty rating (green, blue, black) and a brief overview what to expect on the ride, plus a visual of elevation/decent over distance. At a glance, I saw a blue with a gentle looking decent with a gradual downhill. Perfect for dusting off the cobwebs, I thought.

Sadly I neglected to see the link that was the ‘Snig Track’. 3kms, technical uphill for 177 meters. By halfway I was checking my phone, wondering what happened to the gentle decline of ‘Kingswall’. Silly me. Good to have a warm up I suppose. The downhill came eventually and was gradual enough. A few good pedal bites on the shins made me think about getting some better gear. I arrived at the bottom close to midday and decided to put the feet up, have a coffee and buy some gloves. Lunch was salad, eggs and hummus. The coffee was from Two Doors Down, and I’d go back the next day as the standard was high.

I was worried about my kidneys.

I was laying on a pen

I’m lamenting poorly choices

I’m hoping for a friend

I’ll be hung, drawn and quartered

But, I will live again.

The 90% rule, is that this is the rule. Ok?

It’s the absolute rule, and it stands for all cases.

Well, it is until it’s questioned atleast. But then, it’s still the rule.

But if you ask again, and then ask why it’s a rule. And go on to explain how it shouldn’t apply under these circumstances, to you, and your case specifically, it’s still the rule, for everyone. Well, for everyone but you. They are after all very unique circumstances, that make this specific rule: harsh, unfair, unreasonable, inconsiderate, thoughtless and wildly obtuse if used in application to your case. The very mechanism itself of the rule shouldn’t be used in such cases. Well, it should, infact cases that went before should perhaps be re-trialed. Is there a way for me to contact everyone that has mistakenly abided by this rule? What if they knew that this rule was not always in effect. And given more detail, the rule would not have applied to their case. Infact the purpose of the ruling was entirely supposed to be for cases unlike most of those it’s ruled over, held to account, applied to and been utilised for. Thankyou for reminding me of this rule.

All I’ve read recently, two books about naughty boys.
I had a good night of sleep, last night.
Which has stabilised my mood.
Robbie from work asked to bump our meeting, he’s running late in the city doing work.
“The lawyers are taking their sweet time you know,” is what he said.
I said, “That’s fine. I have back to back meetings until 2.00pm, so I’ll see you then,” flatly into the screen.
I noticed that my skin was looking a little red, young, without the beard.
Baby, angry and full of vanity.
I’ve got a detective novel in the wings. For better or worse. More naughty boys.

She drove through the rain to arrive in time for the lunch appointment. The road was slippery and traffic slow. Upon arrival it became apartment that there had been a miscommunication. He had brought beans for lunch, while she had not brought anything. He walked with her through the rain to his car and shared his umbrella. From there they drove back to his place where he prepared a modest meal pulled together from leftovers. She was happy and content. They made love on the couch. And then he returned to the office, 30 minutes late and wearing a different pair of shoes.

It is so long since I tried my hand.

Is it right to say, now, that we’re more thumb than ever?

Is it a try?

The best thing I can do for you is get that ‘no’ in writing for you.

My symptoms; glands up, kidneys sore, aches, pains, ingrown hairs, freckles, yellow teeth, a shortness of breath and a tight chest. It’s an uninspired balance. There is no risk, no danger. Only gradual decline.

“I want to retire early, work hard, I own two houses,” he said and then tried to get on with the mowing.

“Oh all right,” said the neighbour, going back to her business.

Today I finished In the name of the Rose – it was a battle, with some treasures well earned and many more overlooked or unnoticed on the slow turning page.