Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Saturday, 15 February 2014
One of the many things I wish I could do
I had a wonderful dream last night amongst all the usual absurdities - that I could tap dance.
With a nod to weather conditions, here is a sublime extract from Singing in the afore-mentioned substance. Sorry to all those who would really, really, really like to be singing and dancing in hot, dry sunshine.
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