i’ve just woken on a perfect summer morning…
the french doors had been left wide open all night, so i drifted out into the back garden naked and half awake.
usually the first thing that goes into my mouth is earl grey tea,but a perfectly ripe nectarine caught my eye,and i grabbed that on my way outdoors.
i stood there in the early sun,stark bollock naked,with the warm ground beneath my feet slurping on the fruit,still only half awake.
the sweetness woke my taste buds in the most glorious way,and by the time i’d slowly savoured and eaten the whole thing,the kettle had boiled.
perfect timing….so i made my earl grey with milk from a fresh carton,and sailed back out into the garden again.
i then emitted the rudest crispest most confident arse sneeze you ever heard,but it didn’t wake the rest of our sleeping home.
the world was still , and i didn’t give a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut .
i simply marveled at the pleasure of feeling my guts align themselves for the day ahead.
what a perfect end to a week that started out otherwise.
if you look closely at the shaven ear of billy fields,you’ll see he has ten plastic staple/drains in the flap…
he got into a scrap with another alpha male,and had to undergo an operation..
he was not a happy camper on his rise from the anesthetic..
the poor luv had no clue where he was, and had to wear one of those cones over his head for days..
there was blood everywhere.
but now he’s on the mend,and this picture is me and he on saturday evening,taking it easy.
as blubber chops van morrison once said…”wouldn’t it be great if it was like this all the time”