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.
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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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