This one is even more spontaneous than usual.... I've just heard somebody on the radio talking about how he likes rescuing plants . When he goes to a supermarket and sees racks of plants outside all dying for lack of water, he goes in an gets them to water them ... or he does it himself. If he sees plants dying on road verges etc, he takes them home and nurtures them back to health !! What a drip ! But the thing is ... I've got to be a bit like that. In recent weeks I've chucked loads of moths and flies and suchlike out of the house, I've picked up lots of snails off the pavements and slung them into gardens so they don't get trodden on, I've hauled various struggling invertebrates out of spider webs and released them, whenever I go to the beach I pick up mountains of plastic string, plastic mesh, plastic straws, plastic tubes of various deadly shapes, plastic loops ..... I've become a soppy old drip. Us blokes are meant to be tough and strong and stuff like that. I think that as you get older, if you get older, you value life ...all life ... a lot more. Because as far as you're concerned, there's a lot less of it left. And, as the cartoon at the top says, I don't know how to act my age. Because I've never been this age before. Don't worry readers ... I'll be back to my normal, cynical, silly, sarcastic self next time ....... but before I revert to type, here's First Aid Kit ... another nifty thematic link there .... " Ghost Town" ...
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