The 37th Wombat 📚 @wombat37@mastodon.xyz

Best do an #introduction toot: I'm in the green hills of rural Lancashire, in the UK, and I write novels, short stories and terrible poetry. I once had a No. 1 best-seller in Germany #amwriting. Will post occasional photographs #photography
I like #football, proper #coffee, #history, #lexicography, #cheese and #Pink.

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Just one day without anxiety. That would be nice.

#NoMowMay doing wonders on the slope at the front of our house. Blooming gorgeous, and a-buzz with the bombinations of bees and the flitting of butterflies.

Good morning, my bright stars. I've been awake for quite a while already, mind-drifting a universe where death is a tropical island, and all the things we've lost over the long years of our lives, even memories, gradually wash up onto the warm beach.
#amwriting

@TheDad Hello, good sir.

Goodnight, squishbags.

You know what'd be nice right now? A massive tub of Haagen Daaaaaaazs Praline & Cream all to myself. What's your embarrassing comfort food?

It's incredible quite how many things Star Trek predicted accurately, isn't it?

Can't stop yawning today.

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See?

Chilled grapes in the back garden. Spot. On.

Feel like I ought to go a walk but I know it'll be crowded on the lanes and in the village wood in this weather and besides it's a long steep uphill first no matter which way I go and the sun will be in my eyes and sod it I can't really be arsed.
#NiceWeather

I had salted banana tortilla for breakfast. I only mention it as a prime example of "What Needs Using" cuisine.

PS it was LOVELY

WHILE THE SUN SHINES

Do me in the dark, Dick
Poke me in the park.
Ride me in the road, Roger
Roger me for a lark.

Have me up the Ave, Harry
Shag me in the shed.
Lay me in the hay, Wayne,
We're a long time dead.

From my book of poems "A Winkle in Estuary Mud"
http://mybook.to/winkle

#poetry #amwriting

And now on TMI News, I'm off for a poo and then into space. Have a smashing morning, you beguiling creatures.

Last night I left a poor bloke drifting helplessly in space, spaghettifying towards a black hole. I suppose he'll be wanting me to get up and write the rest of his story.
#AmWriting

Last night's sleep was all about walking up every hour with ANXIETY (capital letters). Can't remember any dreams, which is always unsettling.

Morning, young warriors. How are your feet? My feet today are : CLICKY

How are you all doing? Full of merry and rising sap, I hope?

CAT 🐈‍⬛

my name is cat
i live with yu
and bring yu warmth
and soft purrs too
and wen yu sai
yu lov me most
and get me chikkin
i stele yor toast

This poem and many more in my new book "A Winkle in Estuary Mud".
mybook.to/winkle