My tiny red van has seen much this past week most of it the same old moss the same old ruts in the leaf mould the sun came out to play as small snippits bursting through the concrete sky, a small surge in warmth across bare skin is always welcome..i watched on Saturday for glancing moments a small girl and father pass my tiny red vans window they were walking a dog, they both had a lead each, i found it quite quaint, as the letters from the red post box i was emptying entered my bag..it is these small wonders that bring hope as the news from France is deep in the dragon pit and on everyones lips...
Forty-six years ago this week..during January 1969..i was sent away to school, something i thought about as i crunched gears it came from the blue,it does cross my mind from time to time but rarely down to the exact hour of walking through those doors...during one Christmas Bottle of wine or two some years back now, my father regreted sending me..days i think yes and days perhaps no...the lingering thought is would i have been a transvestite whether i had gone or not...???..seeps more in my mind, than the rough and tumble of those four teenage years...which perhaps shape ones life forever...So Goeth...