"I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, "(Margo Channing)
12.31
An All About Eve Night
The Gay Men’s Pub Quiz
Mooching
The Rainbow Hospital
Mobile
Song along
CROQUE MONSIEUR
My Study
SKYFIRE
Rubber Chicken
Cold
Snow and Hemingway
The snow has fallen fast over the Eastern Welsh hills, so much so that I just had time to buy some logs before Bluebell slid precariously over the road East of the village
I was glad to have finished work for a week. I am tired
Last night I slept on my break , my head resting in my hand
I had a dream that I was dating the writer Ernest Hemingway, I’ve always had a bit of thing for him
He had a thick moustache and heavy stubble and wore a blue woolen jumper with a hole at the neck and he had a touch of dandruff
He also looked 60 which surprised me as I only consider myself as a “young” middle age thing
But he had the voice like chocolate and kissed like Doris Day every time I passed him in the kitchen doorway
So I didn’t mind much
He also stood smiling at me as I hurried around the cottage looking for Mary to walk before I went to work.
And I tried to cling onto that image when my phone called me back from break with a vibrating tinkle
I was very pissed off that it was a dream
very
God Loves A Trier
Never Far From Me
Any time I feel low
I just don't know how you know
You are never far from me
You are never far from me
Once again, there goes the phone
How could you possibly know
You are never far from me
You are never far from me
Before the time that you go
There is something you should know
You will always be in me
You are never far from me
Weak Sun