Rhotic 3.4

Is the 11 needing to be a 35 the actual truth?

Or where you happy to suggest the 11 – 35 was the reason you might be fairing so poorly?

Wasn’t the actual truth that after that one or two born again sequences

that you lost it again. You were the hesitant statue of agnosticism I think.

Remember how she said you had a great standing back handspring?

See standing.

That’s what statues do.

Statues don’t link, do they?

They don’t weave across the floor muttering sentences.

Rhotic 3.2

Actually there was a moment before it

Where I had a little chat with myself about what the doctor said about the 11 needing to be a 35.

Then I said even if the 11 didn’t need to be a 35

I still would have to lie down

I noted it was the back of my head this time that beat

From the back of my head the heat made its was round to my face

that was what I noted.

Rhotic 3.1

It’s true I lay down again.

But first I went to lay down and hesitated.

I returned.

When I lay down, well I really laid down.

Rhotic 3.0

We’re noting a conspicuous absence of movement off the floor. So you intend to leave it like that do you?

We know you went back.

We suspect you lay down again didn’t you?

We have moved into submarine in the port weather, except the submarine remains submerged. Grey, tin, condensation.

Confined stillness. The unpleasant variety.

We are between overcast and fog, with a bit of a dangle in the leaves.

I am experiencing profound agnosticism on the tumbling tramp. Elusive progress indeed. Sweat and soggy dismay.

Met a three legged dog on the way home, with a silky head.

Two weeks previous I had a conversation, in the identical spot, where I was asked if I was institutionally unattached?

My throat is sore like I smoke cigars.

All I can say for the third time in as many days is Thank Christ for Ali Smith… (a Scottish short story writer & novelist)

She makes me proud to be a short woman.

She actually cares about literature and readers above and beyond her own work. (The audacity!)  May the tongue fall out of the head of anyone who says otherwise. Good Grief.

Janey a blustery day in the Motherland.

Gusts of up to 120km/h were forecast, however winds could reach up to 140km/h in exposed parts of Connacht and Ulster.