Today in England tis but Mothers Day, a day when flowers crawl along the road and bite yer bum, when chocolates mushroom from every supermarket shelve known to man, and greeting cards are festooned with pink words, for myself it is but a battle of thoughts probably far to selfish to pace across the walls of this room, my excuse is that my mind is still in deep mid winter am still pulling on the winter layers even though my tiny red van passes scores of waving spring flowers tangled up with thrown out Mcdonald wrappers of every size and shape...the word summer is something to grasp at through the shadows thrown against a glass of white wine perhaps tomorrow i just might have some zing in one of my pockets but tonight to all whom pass this way love and peace so goeth...x