Friday evening, shltshowershave ceremonies complete, a cloud of global unisex eau de toilet, crisp Y-fronts yanked up locked and loaded, legs sheathed in tailored blue slacks, unselfconsciously braw and skirly batik shirt, taxi waiting at the gate, beep beep, feel for the wallet in the back pocket, scoop up the doorkeys, a glance in the mirror, handmade James T Kirk ankle boots located and pulled on, toes plunge into the innards of a decomposing gecko.
Waking up to a 2cm layer of grey volcanic ash on everything [0.2cm inside the house] from a volcano 200km away and the prospect of three days of face masks and 20m visibility on the roads
Originally posted by FMF Friday evening, shltshowershave ceremonies complete, a cloud of global unisex eau de toilet, crisp Y-fronts yanked up locked and loaded, legs sheathed in tailored blue slacks, unselfconsciously braw and skirly batik shirt, taxi waiting at the gate, beep beep, feel for the wallet in the back pocket, scoop up the doorkeys, a glance in the mirror, handmade James T Kirk ankle boots located and pulled on, toes plunge into the innards of a decomposing gecko.