forgive me, it has been many a weary eyed day since throwing a few curls in the garden...
shall i untangle the tales or just stir up the roses???
well kilts were twirld and peacocks chased in bonnie scotland. And in fine style too, never have i seen such proud viking warrior (need to bump up the egos a lil) strutting such a glow whilst wearing a skirt!!! The novelty of difference such a beauty to experience!!!
The France coast become the trail to cruise in our hired wheels el picasso who's name i took a little literally got his right ear reshaped (mangled the right side mirror) as i adjusted to the task of left side steering... large profile improvement if i have ever seen. Curls behind the wheel at the best of times can b a need for sega rally, let alone on the opposite side of the road!!!
Kissed with the suns warmth bold eyes radiated luv in a field of of golden petals where the gypsie toes found their soil...
the anticipated joy of dipping a wand into the mix of goo, expanding the lungs full to grasp as much air to decorate the the space around with delicate pockets of a rainbow stream...
i may have been only slightly jealous of her spangle bubbles... a certain curl of maturity came ova b preventing myself from stealing her craft... strange x
