O beautiful forest, There are tears in the forest Woodsprite(s) We cry out, calling. (Translated from Navi). If its Thursday

There’s a great, big, beautiful tomorrow Shining at the end of every day Another early and surprisingly foggy start to

Updated: Nov 16, 2022 You’ve got a friend in me You’ve got a friend in me Another day with a 6.30am

Updated: Nov 16, 2022 One way, or another, I’m gonna find ya I’m gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get

Well it’s a one for the money – two for the show. After a surprisingly comfortable night in our suite,

Oh, life is bigger, it’s bigger than you. And you are not me. The lengths that I will go to.

Everything is open, Nothing is set in stone Rivers turn to ocean, Oceans tide you home Blogging is a strange

Well, it’s one for the money two for the show Three to get ready now go, cat, go This morning

It’s beautiful, it’s bittersweet You’re like a broken home to me We were pleased that we managed to sleep through

Let it never be said, the romance is dead. Cause there’s so little else, occupying my head. It has been

Updated: May 22, 2022 What a beautiful noise Comin’ up from the street The last day of a trip is never

Updated: May 22, 2022 It’s a human sign When things go wrong Regular readers of this blog will be aware that

She’s a good girl, loves her mama Loves Jesus and America, too For two nations the UK & USA remain

Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run awayI’ve got to get away This trip feels as though it has set

The heart is a bloom Shoots up through the stony ground It was indeed yet another beautiful day that greeted

An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery, and died the next day It is ironic that when you

Sitting in the morning sun I’ll be sitting when the evening comes It was another glorious spring morning as they

You’re insecure, don’t know what for You’re turning heads when you walk through the door What is it that makes

Every day she takes a morning bath She wets her hair It’s just another day in the big Florida Villa.

I can show you the world Shining, shimmering, splendid Words that Karen started singing to herself at one point today

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There are not many certainties in life, but one

A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead A metaphor to life and to

Know it sounds funny But I just can’t stand the pain This morning when I got up my leg pain

Here’s to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here, but you’re not Our first morning