Hi possums. Oh so we've been doing funerals again have we. And now we're being boring...? A step up, then. "Morning has broken" is a good one for the occasion
Robinia - I'll go to yours if you go to mine, ha ha. I've prepared an ordinary ring binder with instructions and wishes - not going anywhere in a hurry but you never know - and one of the songs I want played is I wish I knew how it would feel to be free from Nina Simone's divinely gifted double cd Sugar In My Bowl, the very best of Nina Simone 1967-1972. Only problem is, it's track no. 10 on disc 1, where track no. 9 is a song called Go to hell. With my luck the "disc jockey" will probably be drunk, and... yeah.
wish
They're selling Christmas trees (no red ones strangely enough
Neti) in my little park now. The path leading up to the vending place is lined with
whatever they're called on both sides and it looks lovely from my window.
Vinny your (alleged!) tree camouflage reminds me of what happened with one of my neighbours who isn't in the habit of paying his television licence. He dreaded the detector people and would throw a blanket over the teve whenever the doorbell rang. One day it really was them and they had this really absurd conversation where they had spotted the object under the blanket but my neighbour didn't let them past his doorstep. He claimed that
the thing was his budgie in its cage and the blanket was because it was asleep and no he didn't want to remove the blanket as he'd much rather not wake it up... The detector people were rubberneckin' from the doorway but my neighbour didn't cave in even when they triumphantly pointed to the cable leading away from "the budgie cage"...
better job for jno