Sunday 21 March 2021

Good, it said a wee while back that there were 'readers'

No reader would believe reading.

Because I do not.

And I live it.


To get to 'there:

"She is like my sister...i never ad.."

To survive intactus, all their ripples and sour 

And at last to have time to hear Blueberry....

on my fave byway.

And then along comes exactly whom it is always about.

Even if she will never know. 
Her husband being rather larger than I....


The radiance....


 and utter Smiley...

And she from that 'enemy 'camp.

Indeed all three in one day. All Three, Herbert, my real man... Beauties...