Deep in the heart of all great commercial organisations there lurks amongst the lumpen ranks of comedy-voiced teenage girls, language-mangling youths & soulless robots a tiny cell of intelligent beings, imaginative, resourceful & well-intentioned. My telephone assaults yesterday on the mighty citadel that is the Abbey National Building Society located two of them &, thanks to their efforts during today, we were able to exchange contracts with our buyers this afternoon & thus secure the Offley house.
But thanks are due too to the combination of prayers raised, positive vibes directed across the Atlantic & sacrifices made on hastily-built altars that were forthcoming from my Salon pals. Whilst Iím not quite ready to immerse myself in the blood of the lamb & get to know Jesus as my friend, I am grateful for the power of positive thinking that reinforced the hard work of the two Abbey officials.
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ìUp the wooden hill to Bedfordshireî,
youíd say. And each night I stayed
with you I would consider
that velvet gradient and breath
would catch and falter. So steep,
the climb away from firelight into
the half-dark shadowfields above -
yellow bulbs that melted buttery hollows
into the hard darkness, the ghost-
scent of lavender, the bulk of a double bed
like a grounded barge, and the cold
that hung shimmering like the northern lights.
The cottage is gone now under roads
that tie another world together. Cars
carry their interiors, brash, impersonal,
through different nightscapes.
Lights bloom within them like
clever flowers; sunless heat like
a birthright; motion as an imperative
in a land that would be still.
10:10:07 PM 
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