Sunday Sundays

...its that little souvenir of a terrible year that makes my eyes feel sore...

Today was a humid 30c and the poles were melting under the weather, the locals assumed that I was used to it and praised my cool head... Fools I was all floppsy too. ah well - heres to keeping illusions up.

I spent the day with some very sweet friends and had a nice meal in their home and felt connected. After a nice meal and a long walk through the mosquito infested woods we returned for icecream and some TV.

Then I strolled through the steets of my town and to the familiar door of my local. Inside was Jane and she was dispondent. Her day had been spoiled by her friend's change of plans and so I suggested some pineapple pancakes at a place we sometimes go by the river and she agreed. Yummy desert and a good chat later she was smiling again and that is a sight to see...

Tho nothing I do seems to cheer me up, I wish Lizzie would change her mind and realise that when it all burns down, love is the most important thing in the universe...

...here's where the story ends...

Obi - reaching out...