Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Saturday 20 June 2020
Alarm in the time of Coronavirus.
I have always hated alarm clocks and would always avoid setting one if I could.
Now, even when there is no need I set one. For the joy of tomorrow, what it will bring.
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