|Rusty barbed wire - how satisfying|
1) Fay Weldon, Mind the Gap! Mind the Gap! Mind the Gap! What's this gap? Blah, blah, blah.
2) Salman Rushdie, Air meeting glass, and glass meeting air... etc, etc, etc, Blah, blah, blah. What the hell, I never did approve of suttee, although in this case it wasn't really suttee but it was still a woman throwing herself through glass and air. Why not the man for a change, I wonder.
3) Maeve Binchey, the wise woman of the West would ensure that mothers were kept far away from the dress fittings... Blah, blah, blah. The wise woman of the West might also say that there's more than enough blah, blah, blah to go around the world these days and one should stop adding to the blahs. Verily this is so, especially on days like these when the sun goes by 4pm, and the clouds are rolling in after a day or two of sun.
What, after all, can you expect? This is the North West, we live along the coast and are washed almost daily by what one calls the West Coast Facial. It happens you know, sunny days come and go, rainy days and Mondays take their place, and oh there's a song in there somewhere, except double oh, it's been done.
|And...so what?! The track is there, get on, or stay off. Up to you.|
|Not Cyrstal Clear, but Crystal Blue|
|Not a parasite in a RBC, but a mosquito in a trap.|
And there I shall stop, go do two other things on my list and then depart for whatever awaits me.