The tidying, the broken appliances, the time off work which is supposed to be relaxing, but ends up being a bit stressful as the structure has all gone…The excruciating physical pain of a type of condition it is not actually polite to talk about in mixed company. …it all got to much…I was like a kettle about to explode. So I ran off and escaped to a girlfriend’s house. We drank green tea, ate cheese and pineapple, did a bit of art and talked ourselves ragged.
Oh how much better did I feel! So much better. Thanks pal.
SONG OF THE DAY –Joni Mitchell -Woodstock
We are stardust ( millions year old carbon) we are golden…..still in keeping with the star lyric.