excuses, excuses !

in the early hours between sleeping and waking, when the body runs on automatic pilot and the mind scampers freely over the moonlit dreamscape ...

i found myself idly but affectionately tweaking the loved one's volume and tone controls, or

"just helping you breathe !" ...

and then, having disturbed her voluptuous reverie, an excuse presented itself, expediently:

... "i'm just trying to bring some sensation back to my worn out fingertips, darling!"

to which came the lightning, ( or is that thunderbolt ?) reply,

"it may become necessary to bring some sensation to the back of my hand in a minute, darling !"

when i'm feeling "musical" ...

i do so like to sing, but i never know the complete words and lyrics

this has led me to the important discovery that almost any tune can fit around the magic words, "rum-tee-tum!", and if they don't, you can always divert to "la-dee-dah!", "fol-de-rol!", "fiddle-de-dee!", or in the final resort, "tiddly-om-pom!"

thus equipped, i'm surprised frank sinatra ever bothered with lyrics

reading practise & games of skill

you have to do a bit of reading, if only to remember how to spell

i'd been avoiding susan sontag for years, thinking she'd be too clever, maybe too heavy for me

turns out she's full of warmth & enthusiasm and her texts slide down as easily as good wine

the hopscotch was freshly drawn, the artist's broken chalks lay on the path not far away

in england, children throw the pebble or whatever into the squares

i've seen spanish children place a pebble on the starting line, then stand on one leg with their toe just touching the pebble, then attempt to flick the stone with that same toe towards their chosen square

i've tried it, & it seemed impossible !

and have you seen a spanish egg& spoon race ?

they don't carry the spoon, they grip the spoon handle between their teeth !

ouch !

someone's been having fun in wandsworth park 

tea-time reading