Oh yeah, the lotto 'round the sticks. Was home all day but pulled that from some memories that are still quite fresh. And sometimes the body is home but the mind isn't. Without your own transport it can be an expedition getting from A to B, of course when it comes to were one lives as you have so aptly stated Dave!
Need to set this one to music, would make a great song. Stuck at home, maybe an old flick? A little "Jane Eyre"? Love your choice of movie clip and music. Surely hope you get that new car! Stay dry my friend.
Thanks Bella. This also reminds me of the song about being all 'lost in a supermarket;' kind or a suburban sinkhole or black-hole. I had hoped to have had been a good composer and so transpose this to lyrics for some complementary musical score! Thanks for the wonderful thoughts. Rik.
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Good write CB. You home now after this poem?!
I can't write too cryptically, though we each have our own style.
Ah, that is recognition and validation at its finest. You are too magnanimous.
A plea from the heart and wet feet.
Can be a bit of a lottery when it comes to where you live and public transport...
Got home in the end, Rik?
Oh yeah, the lotto 'round the sticks. Was home all day but pulled that from some memories that are still quite fresh. And sometimes the body is home but the mind isn't. Without your own transport it can be an expedition getting from A to B, of course when it comes to were one lives as you have so aptly stated Dave!
Need to set this one to music, would make a great song. Stuck at home, maybe an old flick? A little "Jane Eyre"? Love your choice of movie clip and music. Surely hope you get that new car! Stay dry my friend.
Thanks Bella. This also reminds me of the song about being all 'lost in a supermarket;' kind or a suburban sinkhole or black-hole. I had hoped to have had been a good composer and so transpose this to lyrics for some complementary musical score! Thanks for the wonderful thoughts. Rik.
I just got me a brand-new Mercedes Benz auto ..
What prompted me to do so, was the fact, since my cruciate ligament in my left knee went,
I couldn't use the clutch on my beloved Alfa Romeo .. not even in front of a bloomin tall mirror ...
Neville 🙂
We’re getting automatics too after a lifetime of driving stick shift manual. Ageing gracefully isn’t always very dignifying.
Does yer think yer old mate Cruci ligged it off n got yer the tall mirrer, he woz tryin t tell yer something, Nev?
quite possibly Dave .................. maybe 🙂
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