Nose to the grindstone It’s almost as if there wasn’t a Christmas break nose to the grindstone. by Scooj Rate this:Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading... Published by scooj I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order. View all posts by scooj
Ah, but then you also get more fodder for your haiku! It’s quite true — never any rest for us wicked. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Natural adventures 
&You could always blame it on Adam.
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Oh yes.
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Ah, but then you also get more fodder for your haiku! It’s quite true — never any rest for us wicked.
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I like rest.
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