All in the Name of...

Evening all,

Sniffleville welcomes you all.

I rattle with anti-histamine tablets this evening; small ones, white ones, red ones, one a day, three times a day,in your mouth, in your eyes, up your nose, up your bum....i'm not sure about the last one actually, not sure at all..

Today i have driven to the isle of Skye and back, just to get a blip, look how conscientious i am!

Ok, truth to tell, it isn't the one in Scotland, we've got a version in Yorkshire as well.

This one is an old victorian stone quarry situated in a very quiet little corner of the world called Green Moor, where i occassionally retreat to when i need a different perspective on the world.

Today it was a very lovely but very windy view, which equates to bucketfulls of pollen invading my sinuses and polluting my eyes.

So tonight, Sniffleville bids you farewell, two hours of eye baths, drug induced coma and apparently sitting on a comfy bottom cushion awaits,then i shall be back to look at your journals, through my sunglasses that is.

All in the name of blip!

night all


Motley Crue