OK I'll put it back

It was that standing naked in public thing that got the better of me

I now know what song writers must feel like, my favourite being Sheryl Crow.

Blind panic

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A change of pace, from Austria.


Written by: Ingeborg Bachmann

'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded,
By the woak tree's mossy moot,
The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded,
Now do quiver under voot;
An' birds do whissle over head,
An' water's bubblen in its bed,
An' there vor me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
When leaves that leately wer a-springen
Now do feade 'ithin the copse,
An' painted birds do hush their zingen
Up upon the timber's tops;
An' brown-leav'd fruit's a-turnen red,
In cloudless zunsheen, over head,
Wi' fruit vor me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.

Let other vo'k meake money vaster
In the air o' dark-room'd towns,
I don't dread a peevish measter;
Though noo man do heed my frowns,
I be free to goo abrode,
Or teake agean my hwomeward road
To where, vor me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.

Another day of déjà vu
I have to step off this runaway train-so many stations platforms faces people places warm embraces -rush by

Nap

I've had 4 1/2 days holiday in the last 7 months

2 1/2 days of those moving house
1 day waiting in for a delivery
1 day being really pleased for a lovely lady who had got engaged while simultaneously wanting to cry Now there's a story.


Next week my friend next week

Taking some time out.

I won't forget to take along my poetry writing pen though or Frost's advice

Nap..... she's engaged