Sunday eve darkness fills up this room...a busker from Lisbon plays on the turntable the past week weekend has been so hectic i am glad to see the passing into dusty history books folded under chairs and tables rubber bands with labels in crimson. And so you think you can tell heaven from hell....as the world becomes besotted with the word Trump in my early youth the word trump meant the passing of wind..at least the Royal wedding made some folks happy in the weekend sunshine, so unusual for this Manchester Basin to be blessed with such fine weather and thank goodness to, after such a gripping winter.
Lets hope the summer is a long and winding road of strawberries and other such wonders perhaps it might be to hot for wrinkled stockings..So Goeth...have a good week all whom pass this way...x