Whilst I was fixing a nice cup of java I looked out the window and...Bingo! Grabbing the closest assault weapon (a wooden spoon) I ran out the door and threw it at the him, barely hitting his shoulder.
He took a look at me and took another bite.
About Flying Gurnards: Haven't seen any Flying Gurnards lately. Still like odd stuff. And sometimes I do stupid stuff and call it spontaneous. True story. I also don't have travelling shoes. They broke before I left home (omen?) and since then it's been mostly bare feet and flipflops although I keep killing them and consequently am on my fourth pair. I miss home. And everybody that makes it what it is. I feel fortunate doing what I do where I am. And I am still full o' love for life!
Thanks for reading Flying Gurnards & Other Concoctions.
With tons of love, big hugs and sunny smiles