Friday, 11 March 2011

It's all poetry...

Sunshine all the way.

And I can hear mowers.
And I see many daffs laughing off their frilly heads.
The old brown table with its wrinkles and blemishes is now snuggling in the bay window.
A perfect solid bench for old twinkling glassware in green and blue
Perfect bird watching site for Monty.

Tonight's tea is Nasi Goreng, and, according to Masterchef, a much wanted dish in one of London's fashionable restaurants.
Can't wait to make:)

So out I go, not for a jog, but for a long windy walk.
All the way to the bird shop and the bird shop is roundabout the houses on the road to Southend. It's a way on foot, but with correct footwear I should be alright.

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