This time last week i was sitting on a balcony with glass in hand wondering how flying on Friday 13th clumped together, by the fact that i was about to fall into my sixth decade, would beat the drum thoughts rolling inside my head, perhaps i should not have bothered to concern myself as...Today i sat in my tiny red van the weather outside howled pissed and farted all at once from the big dark sky above...making me think Ho-Hum...life is indeed a bucket....and the writer Bill Bryson..was indeed right..so too Leiws Carroll..as i recieved a nice penguin edtion surrounding the rollicking down a rabbit hole..perhaps it does not rain down there as i advance past sixty....with my imagination and the ticking clock.
The weekend is almost on us good hunting to all to those whom bake cakes and those whom pull on stockings...So Goeth....