( A picture )
Hallelujah

So, each day I fantasise about the beach; a small cove with golden sands and lapping waves. It could be 1936 and skies pop with clouds brilliant against the backdrop of clear summer heavens.

Perhaps it comes from only having three days off this year, two of which were airport taxi duties. Last year took me to Paris, and it felt like the caress of an old love. I am hoping much the same from Prague and Florence, although I am more likely to be high and dry in Tennessee and ripped senseless on tequila in Las Vegas.

We bought artwork this weekend:



And I managed to watch a total of zero hours of Fox News; some thirty minutes less than Spongebob Squarepants.

And I feel that I am missing out on secrets. I want to whisper again.

Well, Pinochet is dead.

My first xmas present of the year.

Am watching a rather large amount of Fox News at the moment. I am either a complete glutton for punishment, or it is my love of schadenfreude showing through as I laugh and splutter at their self-righteous slapped face.



Anyway.

Hi.

Another reason to love the human race, each and every one of us.

( When hands attack )