Not that kind of declaration. Most folk know where I stand with my sexuality. Focused and to a point willing.
l’ve kept away from news bulletins where possible. I gather the world turned to pot
shit while I’ve been grooving in my headphones and yo al tuk it upon ya sel’s to swap our historic monuments for graffiti or Banksy themed icons and define the colour of mud to be the new true blue.
I’m asking if it’s safe to go out now (in public) because it’s more busier than ever on the lane and summers here. Is 6foot still within spitting distance or are we rolling to a different measurement. I’ve had notification from farming gangbangers that there’s panic in the fields. The virus is wiping out veg pickers and we need to double down on washing any bought in veg. The Countryside now needs even more of you, but it comes with a heightened risk. You could get more than a stiff back, minimum wage and muddy wellies.
I’ve discovered audio books when music could only distract me so far. My County bus ran into mechanical problems and being a corporate cut, shut, weld and bolt production line across the pond. Ford never made replacement parts. it would appear 20 years is enough time to deplete any spare parts contingency. Luckily Ive located a County enthusiast who can supply parts from his lock up. So can we go out now?