The cusp of the weekend is entering my mind..this that and the other have to be placed in order, springbok that on to a list of do's...make sure some Bubbles can be found...roll it up and spank it, and just some of the list may well happen, amongst the sober bubbles which will be falling from the sky..
It becoming one of those famous British wet soggy summers even the snails and slugs the garden killers are almost drowning in the slither world, Harry Potter wears a flasher mac.....who's full frontals do not even scare the stick insects which are the in thing for young children....to keep under there beds..this summer.
The week has again been a mosh pit of rain, i think, i will almost run out of words to drench about the word Rain....this year...across these very keys...
At my age now any length of travel more than a day becomes a pilgrimage..shortly i will be embarking on being strapped into a flying Tin.....for some quite sixty hours in total...the mere thought cooks my mind into heavy sighs and should i really bother, this always happens after i press the book button on airline flights....the glee seams simply to drift away those care free days when one could climb aboard a aircraft with a barrel of beer in ones pocket are long gone....the drawn out frisking, where are you going, what is in your bag and have you changed your socks is becoming tinted with barbed wire...which makes me feel this is the last pilgrimage in a flying Tin Can...
Even with the thought of Family in Down Under does not shake rattle and roll, Winnie the Poo....is not quite pleased with this uttering and i am sure he will have something to say in the future....Thus my pilgrimage...looks...Singapore....Japan...Malaya...Phillipines...there was thoughts of Australia..time and too much emotion has side lined such a port of call...this time...So Goeth...