March 23rd, 2021

Tuesday 23rd March 2021

Today is not a good anniversary...let me hope in crossed fingers busted bra's that this day next year i will not be thinking the same thoughts as those floating through my mind and soul today as i passed through the streets of Greater Manchester in my tiny red van regarding the IT-Virus and all the if's but's and maybe's that have mounted during the past three hundred and odd days all the u-turns, back turns, and wasted words amongst the mass of washed out rubber gloves and face masks which litter the streets, as i try to stuff my melancholy madness thoughts into a lucky bag to hang on some fence amongst all the dog pooh bags which now haunt most woodlands, i can only think goodness Winnie The Pooh has enough honey stacked away and does not have to see the abys and flotsom in Hundred Acre Wood...or i think he would give a heavy sigh for all of us.

To all whom pass this way love and peace so Goeth...x