bichoose (bichoose) wrote,
bichoose
bichoose

Sunday 22nd February 2009.

The words " hobnailed Boots " still holds my fascination quite why is one of those fascinations i think about as the rain dribbles down any particular window i happen to be behind looking out on the world beyond.Today i have polished my ordinary rubber souled boots, as i begin once more to count down the hours until i climb aboard the silver bird hoping the sky pilots are in a good frame of mind,as i put my trust in those sat at the front, for more hours than i really want to contemplate,being clamped in the tiny chair is no good for my aging body,much of last week the adult inside of me compared it to being in the dentists chair,the Boy inside me is in glee,for the magic box of tricks fixed into the seat in front.
I have finally finished packing my ruck-sac and have come to sit here to say goodbye to my blog for seven weeks from tomorrow the 23rd February..i am also testing a small MP3 player holding 250 tunes it is the size of two thumb nails at the moment L.Cohen...is playing and i feel my concentration waining as i want to sit back close my eyes and drift along with the music.
Therefore i must close before my scribbles become rag tailed even for my mind.
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