Don't Stop Me Now . . .

I'm not having such a good time,
but, I plan to.

It looks as though
First born and Little One are off to Old Blighty for month.

One wants to eat a pasty with a friend on the beach in the rain,
the other wants to eat a pasty with a friend on Prince of Wales Pier, in the rain.

Bless.

I will cry everyday.

But, I thought, I might as well cry in a beautiful place.

Paris, Rome, Prague?

Rome.

Tickets are ridiculously expensive.

But.

Crying in the desert just won't do.

Tears evaporate before they reach your chin.

Love you all,

Myrtle x