Laxatif Gum

Things in Europe sure are Fresh!

There is this slight personality trait of mine, which is addiction. Addiction to gum. In Europe they conveniently advise of the fact that putting gum in your mouth will gleefully affect your arse. There are no lies, only premonitions. I imagine that if I were to continually buy gum and adult diapers from the same clerk at a store they might catch on to the strange phenomenon that is addiction. Well in all thought, I don't do that. Not yet anyhow. I mean most social experiments fail. Utter failure, followed by the impression that noone is more conscious of you than you. That being said, I have to admit that I have been recently questioning our own eyes ability to interpret mirrored images. So you know how all maps are skewed, and that is impossible to do an accurate projection of land mass that would be our earth-well it is. So perhaps that could be true of our heads in a mirror or evenfurthur our bodies. And we think dogs are dumb because they cant recognise their own images. If we had more eyes, bigger faster, prettier, golden.........that would in no way affect our ability to see. Some people can text message with their eyes closed.

Today was much more eventful than the day that happened to fall before it, even though it rained all day. I am truly in England. I have now a mobile telephone so that if you want you can call me and I can screen your call. Joke. I also ate soup of brocoli and stilton and then drank coffee, multiple times. I like my coffee hot. Scalding? Why, yes indeed. This results in my current status which is blistered mouf. I have two blisters on the roof of my mouth. I popped one and now it oozes into my mouth and tastes bitersweet. But how can you stop tonguing something that oozes? It might be impossible. I know that it will heal because that's what our body does as a hobby.

After café I went to Runcorn via this bridge.
I liked it very much and there is this grand nature reserve that has hills. Oh yes hills, like for sledding and falling.

Across the street from this amazing green space lives two friends of a friend of Dianne. They have a cottage-very much like a hobbit hole. If I were taller I'd have bumps on me head. Then I came back to a whining dog and squawking parrot.
Brief Interjection of People I live with

1. Nicola-English policewoman, large breasted, used to drink 2 bottles of red wine per nite, has one dog Mojo ane one parrot Charlie, likes to say Fock
2. Paul-English bouncer/security guard, very small in height , large muscles, lots of tattoos, one 4 year old son, long nose, Nicola's live-in boyfriend despite the fact that he is still married
3. Nevil-English truck driver aged 35, has one daughter aged 10, is rarely at the house, no known interests, might currently be in Portugal in a truck
4. Géraud-French, cute as a button, likes chocolate, also feels cursed to complain, keeps me warm when I get cold, amazing dinner company
5. Allysin-American, will drink, has no job, no car, no money, has good wiggle-ing through crowds ability, born with a scowl, president of gas club

So then something happened I'm sure.

Now i'm listening to song by Saez called 'Je veux qu'on baise sur ma tombe'. This is a nice family melody. One day I might have french family, but for the meantime ive got one french boy who is still in france in room 306 of some hotel somewhere.

My eye hurts and the remedy could be more wine or sleep. In fact there is this bottle of a Kir Royale downstairs and I really really want it. Is that included in my rent.... I wonder.

Some lady in a raincoat took the dog circa 3 hours ago.