Country File(d under crazy)
A chat with a friend on iChat turned one sided when he went off to do more important stuff, perhaps work. Anyway I saw an article about a village fete and it sent me off on a text soliloquy. I drifted back to consciousness a few minutes later and read what I’d typed with a certain curiosity.
It this really my sub-conscious? Calling Dr. Freud!
I think I’d like to bake a cake for a village fete…
or grow a large turnip…
I can see myself as that person with a chequered shirt, holes in a green jumper, pants held up with rope and wellies…
no cap though.. wild hair.. all grey…
I think I’d like a tractor…
Jayne could dye her hair to look like Felicity Kendal…
hmm… I’d like that…
I’d have sheep. Pigs smell and cows shit too much so, yes, I think I’d like sheep…
and a donkey.
