I feel like i have scribbled the wrong month in opening this blank white page....November would be better, then that would be so depressing better perhaps to stop looking at the weather forecast for the predicted next few days maybe my spirits would lift more than a simple sigh this coming summer has never been so wanted.I am usually not this bothered about a summer season i am beginning to put it down to the year 2019...that 50 year round score from 1969..when i was sent away to school...i was going to venture back there just to stand and stare amongst the ruins pause for thought and let my vanity ask itself is anyone else feeling thus on this year. Though i am shifting to going instead next year in 2020..which will make it 50 years since the 1970 isle of white pop festival...not that i was old enough to be there but a stones throw from the festival grounds somehow has got under my skin through the years.
I blame this on last weekend when i ventured down to London...to watch someone from work running in the London marathon...whilst wandering around the streets of london i thought oooo...perhaps this summer i might just..


just bust my bra for a few more days...So Goeth...