May 12th, 2013

Sunday 12th May 2013.

Phew...the white screen seems vast much water has gone under the bridge this past week i feel as if i have been spooning at it with a tea spoon.
The brightness of the screen is making me whelp to slink back to the stone i had hidden under to shelter form all this rain, perhaps some toad will invite me to tales on the river bank..must not forget my panties. Should such an invite zing my way. I think i had better go as only rubbish is filling my head frothing over this screen. So goeth....