Hold Me

My pillow holds me
like your arms will never again
supping in my wetness

My drapes swag devilishly
as midnight tarries
their folds set in stone

My.......... self alone
within my blitzed and sorry shell
remembers your face

A gorgeous way to start the day...

Checking the BBC news website I linked to a bird story...

Here's a link to the video

(Hover the cursor over 'here's a link....')
You can tell I'm no tech chick

A Robin has had the cheek to settle on tills in a Co-Op and is being fed nuts and stuff and blueberries. He sings as he sits and has been favourited by customers. Apparently the mischievous fellow flies in when the automatic doors spring wide, then perches wherever, with innocent audacity. Love that.

And while on the subject of out and out bravery...

A Seagull somewhere steals a particular flavour crisp from a supermarket, takes it outside, rips the bag, and before long, is joined by his gang...

I feel honoured to share the same planet with such industrious creatures.

The Spaniel beat up the Scot giving him pause for thought, but in the end, come the final whistle, at the end of the day John, the grizzly Scot won.
I have to say I was slightly impressed by his post- match interview, Murray almost looked human even managing a wee smile or two, but those smiles will vanish like Scotch mist tomorrow, for tomorrow he plays around with Djokovic...

Apparently, according to the commentators, the aforementioned Djokovic was watching the Murray/Ferrar match sitting in bed eating popcorn. Love him already.
I've had nights like that, but my corn didn't pop to the sound of tennis balls, my corn popped to the thud of bigger balls, Footballs. Each his own.

This afternoon will see me as frantic as usual, a little t.v. and a lot of cooking.
For tea, probably served just before 21:00 hrs.... Ricotta and Spinach cannelloni followed by dead easy Dutch Apple flan. Pastry filled with spiced diced apple and sweet yoghurt mix. Baked for 40. That's it.

Coming up...
Cocky Kyle, Radio 4 play, and at 4 ish, Deal or No Deal. Yesterday a lad walked away with pence, but he took the annihilation well.


Now I must fly>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Love All?

Not when Andy Murray's about.
But being a tennis lover I'll eat my porridge to the sound of thwacked balls and dripping Scottish tears. He, he, he.
Gotta dash, the Tartan Brat is about to knock up against Spaniard David El Ferrar.
Great hair.

See you later:)

Me scanning the horizon for matelots (some time ago hence the pixie haircut) you'll be pleased and relieved to know I went off with a soldier!

Today has been a hoot.
Mummy and daddy were, considering their dodgy health, in fine fettle.
As I restricted mama's movements over the upcoming Deal or No Deal (she's fancies Noel and tends to wriggle about a bit) papa force fed me Green & Blacks' Organic Vanilla ice cream. I almost died.
It was divine, heavenly, the most sweetest thing I've had in my mouth for a very long time.

After ooodles of chit chat, I sailed home on the 18:55.


P.S.
I screeched with pleasure on reading today's Love Quote.
I love therefore I rave:)

Hello sailor:)

About to set sail for London wearing muddy trousers, scuffed boots, tight kingfisher blue necklace and big pocketted navy blue duffle coat.
Gay Norwegian Sailors comes to mind:)

Now I must cruise.................................:)

I'm such a wally

and a twat and a simpering old girl and a bird brain and a softie because...Dale Spate, a 19 year old contestant on 'Deal or no Deal' was mental enough to risk it all.....And I played with him all the way... The thin faced bespectacled youth had a choice of swapping boxes, his box for another box, in one box £250, in the other £100,000.
He landed the whopper, the gamble paid off and I jumped in the air, punching it as I flew. Maybe now, the keen mountaineer will be able to buy a new wheelchair and do something about his spots.
Bless his mad heart and thank you darling for making me cry.