Had a nap in the afternoon buried deep beneath heavenly featherbed, Austria’s finest home furnishing. After a 4pm replay of the Fetching Game, and evening milking afterwards, I’m left alone for the first time in the warmth of my charming wood-stove heated hut. In the absence of a shower (there is one in the hut next door but the key has yet to rustled up) I strip and enjoy a birdbath, to the reassuring sounds of battery-powered BBC World Service. The reception is best, I soon find, when I lie flat on the bench, stick my right leg in the air and put the antennae between my toes.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Joys of Solitude
Had a nap in the afternoon buried deep beneath heavenly featherbed, Austria’s finest home furnishing. After a 4pm replay of the Fetching Game, and evening milking afterwards, I’m left alone for the first time in the warmth of my charming wood-stove heated hut. In the absence of a shower (there is one in the hut next door but the key has yet to rustled up) I strip and enjoy a birdbath, to the reassuring sounds of battery-powered BBC World Service. The reception is best, I soon find, when I lie flat on the bench, stick my right leg in the air and put the antennae between my toes.
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