Drawing Flies

Evening all.

It's an odd thing that one of the things I have noticed about back blipping my life is that the poorer the photo the more clearly I remember the day.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Answers on a postcard to " we don't live in the past.com"

Anyway up, Barnsley Intensive Care, long slightly tetchy meeting with short slightly tetchy medics whilst the sun did a turn outside the window and the flies were born, ate poo, and died on the grubby windowsills.

metaphor there methinks!

night all


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