Archives for March 2017

Too late? Never!

Too hot? Well..yes it could be. 

Too cold…definitely could be. 

Adjust the thermostat, add a blanket, remove a scarf, add a hat…oh, yes, just right!

Adapting basic conditions to be comfortable. 

Home can be made anywhere.

Spelling the words correctly.

Knowing how to spell and typing well are not always coincident. 

I make too many typos, but can correct any spelling. 

No…no mistakes here, today!

“Have it your own way” said the ballerina to the dancer.

Three colors were not enough.

Two types of cheese – were not enough.

One hot drink – was not enough.

When we arrived, the banquet was in full swing, celebrating the Calorific Restriction Convention’s thirteenth anniversary. No food was served, but there were plates, napkins and of course non-champagne glasses.

Nothing stopped the conversation.

Everything caused new acquaintances to be ignited and old friendships to be re-charged.

Let’s have a toast to the pirate singing gnomes. It is possible no-one had ever acknowledged them and their unknown contributions before.

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In the morning, walking along the tightrope which links the bedroom to the bathroom, followed by parachuting down to the terrace for a breakfast of dragon’s eggs and pancakes, we were then happily reading the GoodNewsPaper. 

The headlines made us laugh and dream big dreams. 

When the door opened a stagecoach was waiting in the driveway.

We took the car instead, pedaling in unison.

Some days are just made for the same old, the familiar and predictable.