Subterranean water pipe blues revisited
I’m wound up. I’ve been trying to wind-back the stress caused by my latest water pipe woes: vigorous exercise; a few days leave of absence; meditation of sorts. Clocking up fast clip distances walking...
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Subterranean Water Pipe Blues
Bob Dylan fans will tell me that I’m ripping off the title to ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’. A pipe dream to suggest that my water pipe woes have anything in common with Dylan’s 1965 song,...
Two Weeny Weaners: Pt. 2
“They’ve gone through the fence!” I’d offloaded them from the stock crate and was away unhitching the trailer. June had seen first the heifer, and then the steer follow in the gap where his...
Two Weeny Weaners: Pt. 1
Two weeny weaners was what we’d come to look at. Their weenies, once the steers were old enough, would definitely not be transporting sperm to get my cows in calf. They were in a...
Heh there – keep it simple man
Graham R. Cooper A bit of a lark in the meadow In England they call it ‘a meadow’. In Kiwiland we’re made of more guttural stuff and call it ‘a paddock’. No sing-along vowel...
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