I don’t have time to Assemble a decent verse Open the jarred paste

Impasto thinking an overlapping chaos brain swamped in paint splats

Misread calendar Deadline closer than I thought Face like mushroom pate

‘Yes, I’ll just get the paper from the office, one moment… Wait a minute, what’s this?’   A corner of the room has mushroomed into a lump of blankets and pillows which are draped into a defensive tent over furniture. Henry lifts an edge of a quit and peers underneath.   ‘Hello?’   ‘Go away. We’re busy.’ A small and very cross voice responds.   ‘We?’   ‘We’re in a meeting. It’s private.’   ‘Tilly…’   He lifts the corner a little higher. The bottom of the bureau has been emptie

First Park Run in years Instils the rosy glow of A ripe tomato

Wind up the tomato, we have 20 minutes. What will you say, in your allotted time? Tick tick tick tick.   Equivalencies of time to money, ‘spending’ time, ‘wasting’ time, apparently were not always made. I hear the concept was accentuated with the rise of Calvinist ethics of work equating to goodness – and the obverse of leisure equating to sin. Hard to imagine a ‘time’ where time is not measured. The carriage clock came around in the 1700s, bringing the blissfully diverse chr