It’s official we have left the ERM! Otherwise known and the E-R-M! Nothing could prepare us for what came next. Isolation. Stagnation. Perspiration. Precipitation. Conflagration. Tomatoes. Planting. Sunshine and Waiting. Cause I see in red its all tuned into Channel 44 where one day I expect to find love and RESPECT. Until then I will mourn the passing of so many yellow hand gloves and pepper pots. Scream your name at passers-by who fly and collect Airmiles and buy gadgets for tomorrow.
Couldn’t resist typing again this glorious morning as the sun rises over my rose garden.