Diggers… I often sympathise with diggers. When stationary they always look so forlorn. Big metal beasts that appear abandoned, lonely even. I suppose it comes from seeing them stand there in the pouring rain and on cold dark nights. Used and abused, they do the constructive bidding of man until one day, when they are old, rusting and knackered they get thrown onto the scrap heap.
I said sympathise NOT relate.
Still when I see diggers my child like imagination gives them a soul, a personality and I can’t help but to regard them as alive. Which has nothing to do with Paulyanna International Rent-boy but does indicate the mind behind the writer that is me.
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