Rubber tyres still swish past the window of this room...it's still a clutter, a thought to pull back the wall paper give the Goblins hiding beneath a good new year boxing..or at least poke out my tongue at the little buggers...rain dribbles down the window i pant for heat and sunny days whilst someone pants for rain which will turn into mist at the tempretures in Oz now...i recall working on a small sheep station in Perth Western Australia on a record day of 45F...i chuckle at the memory and thought of falling into the swiming pool at the end of the day, i think i am going to try and make one more effort to journey to a place i could call home and lay some flowers for my aunt and uncle whose souls rest there..if my mind can fight past the thought of a twelve hour flight to Singapore and beyond...however as for the young seeker of rain drops...lol...i chuckle i am sure he will not mind.
I have hung my Post office uniform behind the cellar door rather than hurl it down to the dark depths where it would fret in the gloom, just in case, you never know and fingers crossed...do i sigh or am i completely mad...as some of my work friends think.
So Goeth...