A trio of magpies mock engineering service solutions on the Europarc Way roundabout yet again
P watched as we experiment throwed a surrogate Grid in a replicated re-appropriation. He said something about ‘it depended where it landed’ as to whether it would still be applicable to finderage.
In the experiment throw it landed near a waste paper bin in a sunken park of retail.
Although having already eaten. I exulted in the day off moment. I looked at the bacon butty sign upon a notional freedom cafe
They walked in unison along Pegasus Way dragging hard upon rolled up cigarettes.
‘It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.’
A pheasant hopped off the Europarc entrance wall and said something about ‘not getting any younger’ as the metallic smelling rain continued to fall.
The aerodynamic blackbird reminds me that it’s no longer last year…
I’m in procurement…
The Boogie Woogie man was there avec blighted pasty…