mashoo
2005-03-15 - 2005-04-27
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bedroom, the cottage

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bedroom fire

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kitchen, the cottage

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bertie the pheasant in the rain; bbc radio wales in the background

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muddy, torrential stream; daffodils

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wet garden

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squirrel on the nuts

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squirrel jumps between the branches of the apple tree

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nuthatch on the nuts

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coal tit and green lichen on the apple tree

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squirrel on the nuts

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nuthatch, blue tit and great tit on the nuts

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blue tits and great tits on the feeder; nuts and seeds

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lost lamb in the field

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lost lamb in the field

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siskin on the nuts

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siskin on the nuts; bbc radio 5 coverage of the cheltenham festival in the background

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siskin in the apple tree

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lesser spotted woodpecker on a distant tree

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daffodils and stream

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driving into cardiff from radyr; kicking king wins the cheltenham gold cup

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ma and pa's place, cardiff

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the gardens, city hall, cardiff

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wales rugby fans in front of the big screen; the bbc pan around the crowd for a contestant; `ah, get it over yur, man!'

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steve rider describes the state of the 6 nations championship table; wales rugby fans cheer in the sun

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tom jones sings `delilah'; some lads swing along in a tree; wales rugby fans celebrate; the sun sets

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the sun sets on the rugby crowd; litter on the ground

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the sun sets on the rugby crowd

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the sun sets on the rugby crowd; litter on the ground

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walking home down boulevard de nantes

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sun on cardiff castle moat; people walk home through bute park

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ma and pa's place, cardiff

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jean, dilys and john on a boat on cardiff bay

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nearly at crwys road (dalton street?); a cool old land rover; and some geezer with a guitar

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a volkswagen beetle and a volkswagen camper at the monthermer road railway bridge

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keith's place, cardiff

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i try to get sophie to do her andy impression; camille does it instead; `yeah, i know'

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sophie chats on msn

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sophie turns from the computer screen and looks at the camera

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i call sophie a monster for not doing her andy impression; she chats on msn; she then does her andy impression without knowing there was a movie; `are you filming?'

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sophie says `yeah, i know'

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ma and pa's place, cardiff

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my bedroom, wolverhampton

00007889 | 2005-03-25T00:00:02Z | location | -mt4-
This dream was a strange one. I suppose it took place last Thursday morning. No, the morning of the Thursday before, when I was warming up the cottage.

I was in Wolverhampton. Back from an unrecognised road was a single-storey building. Inside was a single room, containing many offices separated by clear plastic panels. These offices seemed to have no floor space at all. Someone sat at a chair at a desk in each of the compartments, and an office opened up to proper size only when required.

Perhaps there were six offices in all. Certainly, it was the right hand office of the last-but-one rank that opened up for me. A tall cool black man greeted me, suited, I think. Was I there for an interview? Anyway, that's as much as I remember.

Perhaps the black man was inspired by the bizarre guy at Chapter, whom we saw and heard again before I went to the cottage. The see-through panel business reminds me now of that horror film I saw recently, featuring F Murray Abraham.

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I returned to Keith's place on Wednesday, the night before returning to the cottage and then to here, having been to see the Billies the previous evening. I had a super, meandering chat with Camille, while her mam was picking up Sophie from a violin lesson, mostly about films. She showed me a badly-printed photograph of her best friend and drew a picture of two fingers, having outlined her own v-sign. Her word from school was 'confabulate'. I played the Four Sea Interludes for her; she guessed the seagulls right away, though not concentrating.

Sophie's got that it was a bird, but said 'a robin'. But that was better than Caroline, who suggested when pushed by Camille 'a giraffe'. More chat with the girls, in which Sophie proved herself still gorgeous, though ever more brutal. I accompanied her violin pieces, surrendering the nasty coppers the Post Office woman had given me in change when she played some fast notes successfully and won our bet. She saw the nice fivepence in my hand and complained.

I took pictures, and then was taken home by Caroline, but only because it was raining. I quite fancied the walk.

The night before, Michael, Sophie's fellow Cancer(ian), got up on my lap and yanked my mouth open for an ad hoc dental examination. That was _so_ Sophie! (He had recently lost a tooth.)

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Again, I woke twice, enough on the first occasion to remember the dream from which I had stirred.

I was on the right hand side of a right hand motorway bend at night. Someone had gone for help, or something. And then the traffic came, headlights ablaze. I switched my own headlights on, and attempted to manoeuvre the car right and backward into some sort of hard shoulder area. Soon thereafter, the same thing occurred on the other side of the road - right hand side, right hand bend, facing the same way.

And then I was on a steep duney hill, by the sea. Duncan Harrison had some bad news, presumably that he was soon to die. I almost cried. There were other people about. Perhaps we had come down from some communal building atop the cliffs.

00003367 | 2005-04-07T08:19:48Z | -no-label- | -mt4-
I just finished watching The Deer Hunter with ma and pa. It was wonderful. :-)

00003369 | 2005-04-09T20:53:31Z | -no-label- | -mt4-
My dream ended with me doing semi-successful impressions of Bill Oddie in an old wood-panelled bank or some such place. The man who led me on was either Bill Oddie himself or an impressionist. The scenario had a Little Britain feel about it, but the Bille Oddie impression occurs on Dead Ringers.

Anyway, at some earlier stage, I had stood by a bridge over a river, which seemed a little like the Taff, but was different, and certainly felt more exotic and happy. I don't remember what was going on, but at some nearby time it was conveyed to me that I would be fulfilled not in this life but in my next. I took this to mean reincarnation.

0000336d | 2005-04-15T10:23:46Z | -no-label- | -mt4-
Eicosanoil reminded me of Old Speckled Hen at The Mitre, this morning. :)

As just e-mailed to Karen, I was t'ai chi-ed and breakfasted at eight o'clock. Look at me! lol

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