all by 10.16am;-

well I get privately furious inwardly with even those authorities sometimes;- but what do you expect me to do, go achieve a life sentence. Therefore I chose to do something else instead. In the drizzle, in the proxy every last 'probably' one of the commuters. Up up up through town, past the prison, and yes my precioussss, through the tunnel vision alley, past the bull to boxley village. Shelob will have her say with the nasty foul hobbitssess, yessss.

Then it was a bit the key integral scene in the film Atonement dear Briory Tallis;-

and my shoes got caked, and I scraped them against a log to clean and walked to the library, to blog presently 'from behind'

but for what it's worth Dunkirk is now theoretically escapable my preciousss yeahhesssssss'