Hostel : Glasgow : Night moves
I’ve dug up a bit out of an old travel journal. One night while tucked up in our beds, all eight guys were woken by loud female shouting, out in the stairwell. A truly sublime pair of unfettered bosoms, filled to the quivering liquid brim with booze, burst through the door. She was atmospherically rim lit by light spilling in through the open doorway as she bounced into the room, and planted rank alcoholic kisses on the guy occupying the bed nearest the door. A girlfriend appeared and dragged our invader back to her room. A heavy, round silence closed around us and when it seemed that no more action would unfold, one of the guys on a bottom bunk got up and closed the dorm door. On another occasion, I was woken by someone moving close to my bed. Something must have been up, cause the guy that sleeps below me usually doesn’t interrupt my slumber. A head was moving around in the dark, and I recognised its silhouette as the young guy who occupies the lower bunk across the ro...
I also cut off every leaf curl affected leaf, put it in a bag, sealed and binned it. All the fruit was binned, too - such a shame. Leaf curl spreads otherwise. My peach trees have made it through the drought and heat so far, no further leaf curl evidence (phew), but I'm spraying copper again after the leaves have dropped, and just before they return in spring. Our friendly farmer next door had an orchard of soft fruits - copper spray worked for him. By the way - this is Ruth (under alias??)
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