The loser in a hat-wig-man race.

[whatho]

The world is still conspiring to make me look a loon. Today a sudden gust of wind blew my hat off and I had to chase it down the street like something in a silent comedy. Astonishingly, there was nobody about to see it. Or if there was, they were very quiet and polite.

What was I going to say? Oh yes. Sunflower Number 2 still lives and Runtface, the bold little object, is putting out his third leaves, no less. And Number 5 has gone cRaZY and has grown an offshoot in order to accomadate its one ridiculously large second leaf. And the rest are fine.

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I was not. I bally well should've been. I might go and fall on a banana skin now, or step on the prongs of a rake.