....and what's new this saturday evening, dazzlenation?...let me see...well, you're still on the 'bog' as it were...whilst i - well i won't be going near flatford this christmas....better to be safe rather than sorry etc etc...see previous notes upon 'all of that......i've made my apologies to oscar upon the telephone - unable to get hold of ed and so i've sent him an email....an impossible situation for me...regarding what rodway had done, whilst working for you-know-who...."isolated and alienated you from your family" replies BI online....and for so many years - she'd been making inroads....decades - even....the whole of my life, in point of fact...regarding her fixation upon sylvia etc etc....it's all so disgusting, isn't it....utterly repellent....and so i'd been hoping that ingabot would step into the breach...apparently not....she'll be in oxford, along with the rest of the weale contingent....and yes, oscar, ed and james are still going to rent...er apparently a bungalow in flatford - although oscar is unclear as to the details....hmmm....let us hope that having 'outed' the worst case scenario upon my blog...that it dissuades the tards from carrying out etc etc....what would be the point - considering i won't be present....lol...although younger 'n' moore's plan of death by hypothermia in a 'bothy' might still be on the cards etc etc....as it goes, eh?

https://mary2point5.tumblr.com/

anyway, in relation to losey's capsule....i thought you might like this wildlife number to complement 'bog-surveillance' let us say....go figure:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/newsround/articles/ce3l0n6n7vko

https://va.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_sopvbv1u5D1qigaa4_720.mp4

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oh and i'm still nursing that old 'war wound' i.e. damaged shoulder/spine from a mugging by rodway 'n' her crew - see previous notes upon 'all of that'...the last time it blew up - the 'cyst' grew to the size of a golfball...and i recently set it off again by wringing out clothes/bed linen that i'd washed in the bath...that crack and pop of the socket/cartilage...along with that ache/pain around the general area etc etc...all very worrying and so i'm just going to stay quietly in the safety and sanctuary of my flat in clacton...whilst looking back in horror...at that whole 'fish-feeding-frenzy'....of pogoing satanic tards - all hoping to climb on my back and etc etc....as it goes, eh?