For you this month, it most certainly is. Get yourself out
on a moor somewhere. Or a dale.
A tall car park will suffice for
town-Rams. Breathe the loveliness. Take a moment. Feel those
cobwebs just up and skedaddle!
We all need a head-draught on
occasion, but you more than ever, what with Mercury's spot of
nonsense with Pluto and the moon coming over all oily after the
12th.
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A moustache-man is wicked on the 22nd. Box his silly ears! |