The echo around this machine is the travel clock which simply sits there in the goading mode..the time reads Singapore time a sort of ticking torture for the simple mind away from the work saddle...thoughts of going home drift...mind games play around could i survive another fourteen hours strapped inside a plane in a single flight..at the moment no, i thought such, as i touched down at Manchester Airport some three weeks now maybe time will be the eternal healer old ladies talk about...for now i will simply ponder the big question..do i travel to Australia in 2018..to see family or simply do the shrink away dance and leave the kettle boiling on the issue...
i still have not waded through all my photo's to sort which will survive the cut perhaps by the festive season i might just make it..the working saddle has myself chained to the burning deck playing cricket already....i sigh fester hey-ho and amble on thankfully i still after all these years still like the service i provide...still gives me that buzz when old ladies smile and young children scamper that dance which gives one hope for the mad world we now live in...
Even with all that weight hanging around the mind the concrete skies above and traffic which could eat elephants even pink ones in hob nailed boots...i am in good spirits..
Last Sunday had me fingering books in a down town charity shop i came across a 2016..friendship book with the book mark sifted across Wednesday May 18th..had this person simply lost faith with friends.... the year possibly, or quitely passed away thus ending up on some cold book shelf in a charity shop in an old northen mill town...in the hope it might do some good for some soul and just raise a few pennies for Age Concern as well...The quote on May 18th..read..." Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive,and go do it. Because what the world needs is  people who have come alive..."...Perhaps the buyer of the book is now travelling around the world in awe...for myself i simply bought some stockings along the way home and hoped the buyer of said book is some what a happy soul...and wonders if anyone bought her donated book...So Goeth....