flat clear bore rainy moment plants

ok so i've just had a long conversation with josiah & my storytelling muscles are a bit overused... but i'll do my best.

firstly i want to own up to being a flat clear bore.

it has been a large thing in my life and i have gone on about it no end, and that long conversation with josiah was pretty dominated by her move... which included the death of her old flat which i oversaw...

i was about to say that i'm putting that behind me blogwise, but i realise that that would be untrue, for example, i may well post up the tiny video clip of the odd bottle i found, in amongst the herd of bottles that i smashed last night, this one was of brown glass and it had on it's design, a monkey, curling it's arms and legs around the bottle, almost reaching all the way round... that is something to see ladies & gentlemen... in fact... here it is, in all it's monkey bottle wierdness...

but just snapshots like that, no more dark clouds of flat clearing angst...

i left my keys & my travelcard/wallet in acton last night (sunday night), and after the nonsense with the council i got the train over there to pick them up, my last post was just before i left.

it was lovely, it was a gift from the universe to leave my keys over there, once i'd found what i needed to find within it, (such a hippy sometimes), there were a few nice surprises on this trip today, one of which was meeting E, greenlanes E, @ acton central station on the way home, the conversation that meant i went an extra stop - walking home from canonbury in the drizzling rain, the bookshop on blackstock road, bumping into JR, the well renowned improvising guitarist, doing a few gigs soon @ the redrose (just off the andover estate where i've been spending so much time this weekend), also a gig in welwyn garden city with VW, a great pianist who i really like, the gig up there in some church hall is £5 with a glass of wine... very appealing...

but in particular i want to relate a moment @ hampstead heath station, our train was delayed, i was deeply within clea, the final part blah of the alexandria blah quartet... etc.

i looked up, actually i checked this out before hampstead heath... on the outside of the window by me was a piece of graffiti:

bomb on train

i was shocked, i remarked on it to my fellow passenger, the stupidity & insensitiveness of it... but as the train wended it's way, as it does, through so many different parts of london, i started enjoying looking at london through this twisted lens, the words framing my picture, i didn't have my camera with me but i had my phone and i took afew pictures, none very successfully, more the idea of it i like, partly a love i have for that trainline, travelling in an arc through north london, except for my stint in the deep south of herne hill i've always lived fairly close, if not on this line...

anyway, we get to hampstead heath station, which is just before the train plunges into a tunnel, coming out by finchley road (finchley road & frognel station)...

we were delayed, the pictures i'd taken before through the words showed a dark patch of sky that we were heading into & @ hampstead heath the rain really had a go.

stationary train, the middle of the afternoon, noone in any hurry (seemingly), open doors, massive rain just for the 5 minutes we were wating there, the smell of it...

yes please...

just that, that moment, that's when i started to appreciate the unwanted extra journey to pick up my keys...

& before i go just to say that i've got josiah's plants, they're on my window sill where balthazara likes to hang out, (there's still space for her), i just hope they don't die over night, tomorrow i'll have more of a notion what to do with them... any house/pot plant knowledge out there in my readership?

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