Oooh you're a naughty mess

f'n' guurd/slept h'rs 13 la nuit d. and rose feeling well/ out for b'fast with the alba and then a phenomenal tread with the staff. thro' s'th l'nd'ns green acres, can of k at my side/ the scene was idyllic, the trees painted by van g. and after the can gaugain/ now home and planning a quiet post-1200/ may get some reading done/ if i'd one wish it'd be to switch my holics for work/ any holic is left of but at least workaholism produces more lasting rewards/