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squirmeliaAnother NaNoWriMo meet, another piece of street furniture trying to seduce me.
This time it was a bus stop. "Would you like me to seduce you?" the bus-stop said.
I wandered through Headington Hill Park after that and there was a cute little mouse scurrying by my feet. It stopped and stared at me and I at it, but it looked as if it had been injured. I hope I did not scare it.
I saw art yesterday as well. Random bits of rubbish with German writing on. There were steps to climb, and then a gallery attendant who told you off when you got to the top.
I was given some NaNoWriMo stickers. One with an octopus with a pencil, disappearing behind the waves. The other had a monkey swinging from a tree. No magical pen of wonder this year though.
Word count: 12824
This time it was a bus stop. "Would you like me to seduce you?" the bus-stop said.
I wandered through Headington Hill Park after that and there was a cute little mouse scurrying by my feet. It stopped and stared at me and I at it, but it looked as if it had been injured. I hope I did not scare it.
I saw art yesterday as well. Random bits of rubbish with German writing on. There were steps to climb, and then a gallery attendant who told you off when you got to the top.
I was given some NaNoWriMo stickers. One with an octopus with a pencil, disappearing behind the waves. The other had a monkey swinging from a tree. No magical pen of wonder this year though.
Word count: 12824