Sun is shining, the weather is sweet
Make you want to move your dancing feet
To the rescue, here i am
Want you to know, y'all, where I stand
Thus spake Bob.
It's fuckin' lovely here today. Skin, sweat, sweet scent of blossom on the soft breeze n all that. Apparently there was a fine gauze of volcanic dust over Waitrose carpark this morning (choosy dust hey!?). Child stranded in France because of. Earthquakes, volcanoes - whatever next? Pink bombs exploding the Cotswalds? Pah!
I'm feeling it. My god the sun is a new sun this year. Life may feel like a dostoiefsky novel, but there is a fresh breeze and sunshine. D xxxxxxx
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