Good morning………….

If you do call and I’m not here,

I’ve only gone out for a minute.

To dip my toes in cool water,

To soar on the wind as high as the wild geese fly,

To breathe again the air of some foreign country,

To sing the words of songs unknown,

To look for, and find, the rainbow,

At the pot of gold’s end.

Beachcomb for the only lemon pecten left by the tide,

The Venus comb with a strand of her hair still attached,

Neptune’s Trident bearing his fingerprints,

The key to Davy Jones’s locker.

A cure for which here is

No known disease,

And the switch to make

Those electric sheep bleat again……

If I am here and I ignore you, I am …... sorry but today, like most days, I find that laziness and languor becomes me. You will see that undressed and don’t care bathrobes conceal some parts while jewels both precious and rare adorn those exposed. (I’d have tattoos if I had any skin left that wasn’t wrinkled, get some piercings if only I could stand the pain (and could think of a passably good reason to give my husband)) If you visit please bring plenty of chocolate and a pretty eighteen year old girl for me to undress. And while you’re here would you mind just brushing my cat……

If I seem somewhat distracted its because I’m having a sunset painted to my own specification and the artist is late. I’m certain he’ll come as I promised to pay him in kind. The agency told me he died over two hundred years ago but that doesn’t matter. If I wait long enough any anything could happen……