Possums. Well you know what the nice thing about Alzheimer's is don't you - you get to meet so many new people all the time.
In reference to yesterday's chaos and disorder I have to admit I don't know what's going on half of the time on here either, like when
Neti runs by shouting "Stop calling me Maureen!" - I just assume she's losing it... Happy Birthday yesterday, Neti! I didn't know when your birthday was. (Thought it was April Fool's Day?) (Please god let the Spanish one remember that I am in fact alluding to one of her own jokes, or I'll be in such trouble.) Take it away
for Neti, boys!
naughty chair for
Robinia
It's getting colder again. Lots of people storing their boats for the winter this weekend, except of course for the lucky ones who live on houseboats. Or are they lucky, I don't know, seems pretty cold...? Anyway that's how my eldest sister would like to live if she were to move here - but her husband isn't with her on that one so it isn't gonna happen.
Wish I could dream like you described a while back,
Robinia - in colours and fragrances and plots. My dreams are just scrambled images and voices. One of my funniest dreams was when I heard a formal, male voice saying "Ja, das ist Fu�ball" as if he were drawing a long, instructional television programme to a close, and then I woke up none the wiser but laughing hard. I was a teenager then but still remember his voice!
Psst, what's
Vinny doing with Pretty Boy there...? This computer doesn't allow listening so I can only see that boy prancing or preening or whatever it is that he's doing. I listened in very briefly yesterday, though - what are the Beatles singing instead of the person's name on Happy Birthday, can't catch it for the life of me?
Bye now, can't stay.