Bedtime Story Conservatory 70 07/06/2020
Good afternoon to all,
I have not sent emails out for the last two days, apologies for this, factors outside of this project have meant that I have been unable to do the readings the last two days. I hope you have been having a nice weekend wherever you are.
In Helsinki, as i'm sure many of you know, there are hundreds of geese everywhere and yesterday I was walking in a park and a mother goose hissed at me to protect it's young, which were waddling about nibbling the grass. I completely forgot that the name for a baby goose is a 'gosling' and I love that. Made me feel warm and happy.
The word 'crockery' was said yesterday too which is another nice word, and lately I have been obsessing over this word, which is now a one word poem (?)-
Haunt
Haunted by memory/thoughts, a haunted house, a 'frequently visited place which animals use for shelter, food and drink', and I love it when people describe bars or pubs as 'local haunts'. Haunting, haunted, haunt.
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Whitby Abbey, which overlooks the North Sea in Whitby, Yorkshire, UK. In Bram Stoker's Dracula 1897, Dracula sails to England, and lands in Whitby, before climbing up the 199 steps up to the Abbey, in which he hides, and begins attacking the people of the town. We used to go to Whitby when I was younger.
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Today's reading is a recording of me rambling. I was rushing about the house and I sat down on my bed and just started talking, but I guess it isn't fully automatic, because I had the intention of rambling, which I guess defeats the point of rambling. But then again, I'm recording myself trying to ramble, and maybe i'm rambling in my attempt to try and ramble. But anyway, here I am talking and not talking about random and not random stuff-
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Warmest wishes, it's nice to be emailing you again after a quite short break, lots of love to you,
Sam
