wiggles

i seem to like the smell of decaying wet leaves and the slosh that they make as i scuffle through them, not as good as the crunch of dried ones though. and its damn cold making me walk into the ever ferocious wind like a bent old grandma.  my refuge are the books i get from the public library (small but stately) and the endless cups of tea that burn my mouth only sometimes.
  we saw fantastic mr. fox the other night walking there that makes it better, more air in your lungs.  will recommend to you; a smart movie, made by a smart man (and written by a smart man). but the silly thing about the whole thing were the commercials they went on for an entire half hour 30 minutes of pure commercials before the previews even started. and the adverts were very poppy and overdone reminded me kind of public tv commercials if they existed. the first one was for oral health so typically british.