February

well its Monday 4th feb been a week since i last blogged myself, been the usual hetic week

and this week contiues with pace Nic and Mum got up at 430am today and went on a car ride where they end up know one really knows but they talk of little chefs I first suspected that this was a road side cafe type establishment but as the years go by It would not surprise me if it is in fact a tribe of little chefs they have wandered across whilst lost on the moors in devon. they talk of nipple swirling and a chair that they take to bed, they have learned that they smell when one of them has been to the tiolet (they should have asked I could have told them that for free).

They sleep with veg on there eyes and smear dirt from the rose bed on the pale wrinkled faces they cross peoples palm with coins and this is all in the name of reclaiming lost years. they sit with room full of like people all shouting tribal numbers with funny rhymes then one stands up shouting House House as if they suddenly remembered something from the past somewhere they retire to for 51 weeks of hibernation before the next annual pilgrimage as they go in search of there tribe of lttle chefs.

Suspect if they realize that this exist Ii will not be writing much more.