Bright warming sunshine, searing blue skies, brown pelicans soaring overhead like small aircraft (but less noisy), the salt and the smell and the spray of the sea. “God help me, I do love it so” (George S. Patton).
Splish Splash
“And now for something completely different” (Monty Python):
A quasi-Jack Handey take on my humble afternoon.
So we begin anew:
Bright warming sunshine, searing blue skies, brown pelicans soaring overhead like small aircraft (but less noisy), the salt and the smell and the spray of the sea. “God help me, George is dead” (I said). “Forget him. Back to me.” Read the rest of this entry »
