porridge with raspberries? yes? no? feel i have finally jumped the porridge shark
i know my McFarlane forbears would give me a drek look of despair… ‘ye cannae do that, porridge is for fixing the roads round here’
still they would have shrugged with approval of my choice of music… Dick Gaughan Porridge ftw
on the epic cycle it was essential ballast for a days pedalling, porridge the universal solvent, alkahest in alchemical terms…
best with banana and peanut butter, but literally bung in anything! tahini, seeds, honey, cinnamon…
my own preference would be for a yin yang bowl… savoury on one side, sweet to the other. yum
wrap up warm… icicles on the end of my conk on this mornings pedal

Wild Geese – Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

ah ben i was thinking about you when out on my bike this morning, so sad your gone
somewhat of an abrupt change of mood, but life is all sorts of emotions rolled up together… public but nestled away in a comment
hold your loved ones close, it can be harsh out there
i know they’ll be a moment at the next festie, skanking away down the front, to turn and somewhere in the crowd, half imagine your face…earnest yet amused
i’ll light a candle… travel well x


‘then we would cook only porridge, of which i’ll share with youuuuu’
to end, a love song from his mighty bob-ness

Marie: aaahhhhhh a sexy ready break. I’m having oats and super bruised fruit. January gruel I’m comparison to yours :))

me: ah ready brek glow, always seemed somewhat radioactive! xx

laura: I have it with tahini and agave and blueberries and raspberries too! Every morning! Breakfast of champions 😎

me: tahini deffo, blueberries hugely acceptable, but tahini and blueberries? hmm vonnegut for your guts! x

tho so bewildering my mood today… the mere mention of blueberries has me maudlin along to lilac wine… probs teh jeff buckley rather than elkie brooks version, but can’t be sure with my tuneless-ness

Ross: Traditionally the Scots only had water, oats and salt in their porridge – for the simple reason that those were the only ingredients they had available. These days put what you like in your porridge I reckon. Am sure our ancestors would have done if they could

me: good point! i agree, but there is possibly a streak o’stern in calvinism? our ancestors tho would have guzzled avocados by the barrell load, of that i am sure
we do indeed live in a bubble, a realm of rare plenitude… worryingly, how long it will last i do not know.. xx

Ross: I’m actually quite partial to a bit of stern calvinism from time to time.. but yes maybe just don’t worry about it and we can enjoy the avocados and raspberries while they last 🙂

wot emperor nero would scoff for breakfast… weirdly delish (i think?) seldom eat avos in this country on ethical grounds… but this one looked like it was going off… yeah yeah

seldom suggest anything imagining it to be absurd, all that does is plant the seed of possibility x

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