I do see the progress after time away from the jumble jungle, it is less jaded of jaded. The rest in these days although still beavering away ... I am attempting not to be overtired .... overwhelmed... The post was not such a disgrace ... it was again minimal ...
The influx in paper through the letterbox this time to pick up, was due to a by election on the death of my wards councillor, who had a bit of a rant last time in a conversation we had, or he had, on how some expect miracles sometimes of the council .... I learnt a lot that day. I was rather less gobby than some, so I suppose it was taken for granted I was not a vocal moaner ... Just silent in my own time in due process and justice.
The proposed, the supposedly regeneration of our town with meetings, advice surgeries, surveys and the fors with the against literature etc etc ... The carpet of pictures and words that greeted me on arrival back home .... of all this lovely yucky mess of a town, this last season or too it has become .... !
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