Ironically i had Welsh lamb for early Sunday lunch not long after the not quite slaughter by South Africa.
Planting a seed/ clues ahead of Thurs short break breaking new frontiers. Chicken Kiev, A Short History of Tractors in Ukranian. Those of you who are astute will so get me.
Had Mauritian food for the first time; their version of haleem and an upside down bowl of rice, chicken and egg. The fella there had asked 'do you speak Creole?' No but i like 'Annie i'm not your daddy'.
A brighter tomorrow. The heart will be full of sun. Pulling clear. The best answer to 'so many things left unspoken' is to be over the hills and far away. 'You'll never know how much you hurt me'. Next year i'll be a prime number and if you said 29 you wouldn't be far wrong. One of my friends wants what she can't have; me.
White bread bloats. Whatever floats your bloat. Do i get your bloat? You'll end up with a poo island.
The songs 'They Can't Take That Away From Me', 'Kisses Sweeter Than Wine'..life has its own narrative. It's time to be. Be love. I'll never make you cry. Only through happiness. When i breathe i feel love. Your kisses still linger, the touch of your fingertips still rest, your whispers softly echo.
Djokovic slapped Nadal; what a year to have. Keep raising the standards in life. Do life a big favour and refuse to accept anything less than the best from it.
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