Sometimes it is one of those mornings…when you had a vivid dream of you and your beloved being a ghost, protecting a baby…and after you turned your back to him with all the stuff on the floor, only saying ”You are not good.” you know that is only the beginning. The world reveals in rain.
A dream makes you strong and the rain makes you spongy again.
Oh the pub across the street has hung up an Olympics flag…between two Union Jacks, of course.
It is quieter than usual.
Radio themes this morning: pharmaceutical ghost writing, Wimbledon and the psychology of sex.