<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Ima on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ima/</link><description>Recent content in Ima on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/ima/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Naked Night Walk</title><link>/stories/2016/04/30/naked-night-walk/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/04/30/naked-night-walk/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;For a while, my wife and I lived in a small cottage out in the countryside, surrounded by fields normally inhabited by cows; nice if you didn&amp;rsquo;t have to drive anywhere, but around 10 miles for a pint of milk (even when surrounded by cows) meant it wasn&amp;rsquo;t the easiest of places to live.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My wife worked quite a bit in mainland Europe, being away for days at a time, sometimes even a couple of weeks, which meant if I took a few days off from work, or worked from home, I could indulge in my favourite lone pastime, my &amp;ldquo;me time&amp;rdquo; as it is.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>