if you go down to the woods today ...

I am thinking of changing my name to Marky Mark ... because that is all I do this time of year. And also because I am so buff.

Yesterday I intended to do more of the above, but Oscar Madison kidnapped me and took me on a small town odyssey. We hit every secondhand bookshop in the villages of small town Horowhenua. He bought up every tatty tome on our country's political history and I bought the fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm. There were also some cool old children's annuals from the 1950s but ... I'm broke. We hit the coast where Jethro, specialist of Viking and epidemics lived and asked the locals where they lived. The locals didn't know or pretended not to (it would have helped if we could remember her last name), so we drove up driveways or isolated cottages to see if we could recognise her car. The hinterland is mostly covered with pine forests growing on small but steep sand dunes and there was definitely somthing spooky about the whole area, and I did not feel comfortable about just rocking up people's driveways, but Oscar seemed to think it was not inappropriate country behaviour. Then we freaked ourselves out by recalling that in the denouement of the last two local murderers, the alledged perpetrators were harboured by people in this very village so we left.

Got home and beat myself up over not getting any work done. My tongue lashing of myself was so devestating that I didn't recover and hence did not catch up on the work ... next time I will try self-praise.