I am now lost to second. Entirely swept away by it.
Not good enough.
Not good.
Inside second I am white. Not even grey.
Translucent.
Invisible.
Within second I am dead. Not here.
Being ensnared by all this multi-media malarky has it's merits. It provides me with a platform on which to indulge my need to harp on incessantly.
I am now lost to second. Entirely swept away by it.
Not good enough.
Not good.
Inside second I am white. Not even grey.
Translucent.
Invisible.
Within second I am dead. Not here.
This year Seamus and I are planning a spectacular birthday bananza to celebrate him turning 6. It's turning out to be great fun and truly setting my creativity on fire!
First decide a theme:
Seamus' Scooby Doo!
Second make the invites:
Third make things, in age old (well, ok, 3 year) tradition, make massive larger-then-life Scooby birthday banner: Next: plan to organise party games, bake a bundle of cakes, and then dress the village hall with an assortment of eery wall hangings and generally moody monster nasties! We can't wait for the birthday fun to begin. Let's hope most of the 40 children invited turn up!The captured soul sings a song of freedom.
It sails, over the breeze, through seething misery;
to a moment of reason, exploding in to fears' fire.
Down fall the blooming petals of relief;
beyond barren soils of sorrow.
Wonder dissolving in rancid rains of pain.
Beauty extinguished by the tortured heat of hurt.
Laughing, boisterous, blinding fun in the sun, rain and hustle of London town (and Highgate).
All in all a fabulous little trip darn sarf!