dumpling

I spent the last few days up north stuffing my face and shitting rivers.

New Years was a bit surreal. My friend left for a party and d and I stayed with her parents in their farmhouse. The neighbours came over to watch the bonfire we made and the drunk guy kept asking me in front of his wife and grounded grand daughter if I would go on a 4 wheeler ride with him.

During the Romantic period in Britain they used to install real live hermits into the gardens of the arictocracy. I am considering bringing this back. Either as a hermit or having one. Wouldn't it be fun to have your very own hermit on your front lawn. Mine would fit in perfectly.