Nah, not referring to BND (bloke next door) but the 'raging, blowing and cracking of cheeks' that has been going on around the van for the past 18 hours or so. Supertanker anchors in pockets; dogs off chains. Have been up and down all night banging the pegs back in so that the annexe doesn't blow away.
Also, my WiFi period runs out in a couple of hours, so probably won't sign up again until after next weekend, as am planning to go back to Adelaide to do some house renovation (not mine). On the other hand .. who knows, may not be able to control the addiction .. heh.
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Funny, I once thought you had a shack.
Never mind, how goes it with fatgut?
-And hey, how's this:
"Davo: King Lear of Caravan Parks!"
(Like that? Put it on your van!)
howl, howl, Cordelia is stricken ..see next post.
"I heard myself proclaim'd;
And by the happy hollow of a tree
Escap'd the hunt. No place is free;
No place that guard, and most unusual vigilance,
Does not attend my taking. Whilst I may 'scape
I will preserve myself; and am bethought
To take the basest and most poorest shape
That ever penury, in contempt of man,
Brought near to beast; my face I'll grime with filth,
Blanket my loins, elf all my hair in knots,
And with presented nakedness outface
The winds and persecutions of the sky.
The country gives me proof and precedent
Of Bedlam beggars, who with roaring voices,
Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;
And with this horrible object, from low farms,
Poor pelting villages, sheepcotes and mills,
Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers,
Enforce their charity. Poor Turleygod! Poor Tom!
That's something yet: Edgar I nothing am."
Perhaps you and i have more in common with Edgar, RH; not Lear.
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