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The soft fizz of Prosecco rain at last
blocks out the rumbles
of a stationary engine left r u n n i n g, grumbling, stuttering and stumbling, stabbing and slicing.
the crunch and pop of pebbles – protesting at tyres r o l l i n g –
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Inspired by the attempted reading of Mary Webb‘s essay, ‘The Joy of Music’, whilst sheltering from the rain in the comfort of my Dacia. Am I the only person who finds it annoying beyond insanity, when other roadrunners, have the cheek to invade a public carpark, to park up alongside you and keep their engines running, and their playlist blaring, whilst you are trying to read a good book?
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