For somebody who always has such a lot of things to talk about I sometimes sit down and find I have absolutely nothing to say at all. Nothing work talking about that is, because I have heard it been said that empty vessels make the most noise and moments when I realise I'm a voice of the plebs are sad ones indeed.
We have pretty flowers in our kitchen, picked from the roadside on my walk home from the swimming pool. It is summer time and today the stairwell was as blue as the sky outside. By night the windowsill looks enchanting.
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