Breathtaking beauty, Enchanting landmarks, and rich quiltwork rolling fields and hills.....and people who think that walking into town is a bit of a trek.Today I am in Taunton, where my family is from. I am visiting my Parents, Aunties, Uncles, Sister, and others. I will be back in Plymouth on Thursday where I will continue to be unemployed.
Knackered Fresno town, but with really cool homely parts.
This last weekend I was in Swindon visiting my 2nd oldest sister for her 40th birthday. Much mirth and tomfoolery was to be found there. My cousin had me laughing so much I died...now I am dead.Not really of course; the power of suggestion.
You can have any colour guttering as long as it's black.Last week I stayed with my twin sister in Leeds. Some lovely arcades and great architecture. A bit rough around the edges though and a bit too small and compact for me, for a large city I mean. Gritty, Northern, but full of kind people. Their accents are so utterly differnt to our Southern ones, such as Plymothian or Tauntonian, as are their dialects of course. For example the common phrase : 'Whoops my giraffe is on fire' is translated as 'ejkhk hhdhkjsdjhsk ldjlsdlj 111 trichloraetheane luvvie'. Well something like that anyway.

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