After supper it is my habit to walk, exercise I am told, is good for me. ‘The One’ and I have a special feel for the chalk downland near to where we live. It is a place of magic and mystery, particularly at this time of year.
The skies are magnificent and the photo’s really do not do justice to the views.
As we walk the winding paths the sun drops below the horizon that is Woolstonbury.
Funny, uplifting, inspirational. Enjoy
Part I: In which our heroine suffers great trials and tribulations.
Two days after the notification that 30 pages of Lala’s novel (please, stop laughing, Laszlo) were due in days, a new problem arose in the lives of Lala and Laszlo in the shape of Lala’s eyeball.
“It’s not shaped like an eyeball anymore,” says Laszlo. “Not after what you did to it.”
“I was stressed,” says Lala defensively.
“…You tore off several layers of your cornea.”
“Can I tell this story, please?” says Lala.
Laszlo grunts and goes back to painting.
So there Lala was, blinded after removing, with overmuch enthusiasm, a contact lens.
For a few hours she collapsed over couches, tripped over sharp-heeled shoes (that she had left out) and tumbled down stairs with eyes shut and arms out. She also moaned quietly but loudly enough so that Laszlo could hear. Lala slumped into seats and…
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