G'day. Well , another pastoral scene, early Sunday morning last.The incongruity of the tyre {tire in USA} on the fence caught my attention. I Also liked the texture of the wood on the fencerails.
The above has nothing to do with today's reflection, as there is none, being a cloudy day. Thus there will be no rant or diatribe today , in keeping with the pastoral bliss of the scene above. It is now 10.00PM, well past my alotted hours of consciousness, so i will make my way to the realm of slumber and repose.
Staff below stairs are yet searching for Beethovan's Pastoral Symphony to accompany the series of pictures. Their collective efforts thus far have not been rewarded. They have been instructed by my executive assistant Sabu [former employee India Railways, and keeper of my Diary,] to redouble their efforts.
Just because people have never seen Sabu, does not mean that he doesn't exist- he will show up at unexpected times, and will at the odd time, enter a blog item, purporting to present ideas on my behalf.
Don't believe a word of those postings- he is very officious and bureaucratic and writes in civil service jargon. You have been warned.
Sweet dreams.
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