BASMA RICE: "The spirit to excel in the quality of rice has enabled Basma to compete in the international trade market achieving superb results. "
my room faces east and the sun blew me out of bed today
I woke up, bathed in sunlight and just beginning to sweat under my winter grade IKEA plastic quilt, out of a complicated dream involving a dark tunnel lined with red brick.
A sort of loweryesque landscape of brick houses surrounding a deep clay pit the exit from which was this tunnel
I was outside and a little afrad about what was approaching from the dark depths.
Slowly a strange steam lorry on old style flat caterpillar tracks popped in to view hesitated and dropped into the well worn ruts in the red brick road. Not frightening.
When I covered my eyes in waking the darkness was a pure blue like in deep meditation or tantric yoga sex.
I knew then my mind was in fine fettle, not ill - not depressed - not stressd , and ready for the day's writing.
After the first of the the "s"es, I washed in cold water, no shave (being bearded) and out to the kitchen to eat my light breakfast of mixed oats, branflakes, and a few raisins over a chopped banana with skimmed milk. My cheap home mixed cereal I keep in a recycled plastic 4 kilo basma rice container.
I brewed my first pint of tea - three teabags in a strainer - boiling water poured thorugh - strong but not acid, and swallowed my 4 pills - blood pressure, "water", a baby aspirin and a big Boots all possible vitamins.
I sit there facing north with my distance glasses on, quite naked with the window wide open from the seventh floor enjoying the bird song, a cock pigeon is strutting his stuff somewhere too.
On sundays I can hardly hear the M6 motorway which normally sounds like distant breakers on a rocky shore but my old eyes are rested and focus on the Sutton Coldfield and Lichfield TV masts.
fair weather cumulus portends another day of April showers
Fair weather cumulus portends another day of April showers
I brew the second pint glass of tea, washing up in the time the kettle takes to boil.
In the bed sititng room crank up the Sony Vaio laptop on the IKEA metal trolley.
Distance glasses on again as it boots and looking out towards Coleshill and the southern end of Birmingham Airport
get my email and start checking the 172 (very quiet) message boards I administer
http://www.ancestry.com/share/ Genealogy Message Boards
from Writing buddies
my room faces east and the sun blew me out of bed today
I woke up, bathed in sunlight and just beginning to sweat under my winter grade IKEA plastic quilt, out of a complicated dream involving a dark tunnel lined with red brick.
A sort of loweryesque landscape of brick houses surrounding a deep clay pit the exit from which was this tunnel
I was outside and a little afrad about what was approaching from the dark depths.
Slowly a strange steam lorry on old style flat caterpillar tracks popped in to view hesitated and dropped into the well worn ruts in the red brick road. Not frightening.
When I covered my eyes in waking the darkness was a pure blue like in deep meditation or tantric yoga sex.
I knew then my mind was in fine fettle, not ill - not depressed - not stressd , and ready for the day's writing.
After the first of the the "s"es, I washed in cold water, no shave (being bearded) and out to the kitchen to eat my light breakfast of mixed oats, branflakes, and a few raisins over a chopped banana with skimmed milk. My cheap home mixed cereal I keep in a recycled plastic 4 kilo basma rice container.
I brewed my first pint of tea - three teabags in a strainer - boiling water poured thorugh - strong but not acid, and swallowed my 4 pills - blood pressure, "water", a baby aspirin and a big Boots all possible vitamins.
I sit there facing north with my distance glasses on, quite naked with the window wide open from the seventh floor enjoying the bird song, a cock pigeon is strutting his stuff somewhere too.
On sundays I can hardly hear the M6 motorway which normally sounds like distant breakers on a rocky shore but my old eyes are rested and focus on the Sutton Coldfield and Lichfield TV masts.
fair weather cumulus portends another day of April showers
Fair weather cumulus portends another day of April showers
I brew the second pint glass of tea, washing up in the time the kettle takes to boil.
In the bed sititng room crank up the Sony Vaio laptop on the IKEA metal trolley.
Distance glasses on again as it boots and looking out towards Coleshill and the southern end of Birmingham Airport
get my email and start checking the 172 (very quiet) message boards I administer
http://www.ancestry.com/share/ Genealogy Message Boards
from Writing buddies
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