To Trudge

Trousers belong to my sister, Belt - Grip, Vest top - French Connection, Cardigan - Agnes B

Here are some pictures from my little trudge in Shotover. Pictures that make it painfully apparent that I really should sort out my roots, think you not?

A great word, trudge. I'm thinking a lot about words at the moment, especially having watched two BRILLIANT things

1. A Knight's Tale

William: Oi sir, what are you doing?

Chaucer: Uh... trudging. You know, trudging. To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on.

William: Uh... were you robbed

Chaucer: Funny really, yes, but at the same time, a huge resounding no. It's more of an involuntary vow of poverty really.

2. Miranda

I watched the first episode a while back and thought it quite funny, nothing exceptional. Then Ella told me I had to watch more. So I did. And I loved it. Maybe it was the matter of fact way she said the things that all of us are thinking but never saying, or maybe it was just Ella's infectious laugh, but it had my sides splitting and my hands banging on the edge of the island unit like some sort of automatic and uncontrollable reflex.

Slightly out of sync, but you get the idea. Four lovely words right there.
Off to London for a week to stay with a friend. Should  be great. See you later.
Much Love.

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