Is it really August will have to sit down talk to my old friend Winne-The-Pooh....to confirm that the said month has already started...today i am a damp squid in wrinkled stockings so much rain has fallen i feel as if 80 million rain drops have fallen on my head...
I sit here with a glass of white wine to soften the blow just incase i forgot to count any raindrops falling on my head and thus could be more than 80 million falling on my head today..i think of time past to Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid film, one of the first films i saw without daffy duck, in as a part of growing out of pubity or was it into..to Katherine Ross for whom i kept a small picture which reminded me of a girl i luved and whom i left behind when i drifted off to boarding school all those years ago...the girl still sits in my soul even after all these years when perhaps she is now staring across at the big seventy years old playing field..and there was no way that we would have been together that was far to deep in the lucky bag of life,simply one of those school boy crushes that always remain as part of your soul.
The weekend is but a few hours away to to bend and chill blow bubbles to the world Thus..Luv and Peace to all whom pass this way...So Goeth..x