Parallel Lines...

Longer larger lines...

The lines I have written that you read between
The lines on the pages
The lines on the screen
Of lines spoken - I say what I mean.
It's parallel lines that will never meet.

Ship in the desert
Ships in the night
Ships that pass in the night.

Evangeline stream - Evangeline's dream
It's parallel lines that will never meet Deborah Harry

Head's still a bit woozy with the cold but thankfully my nose has stopped running. Cough is driving me bonkers though but hopefully I'm on the mend.

Went outside for a breath of fresh air earlier in the hope it would clear my wooly head. I was surprised at how mild it was. Sat for about 5 minutes on the decking (well on a garden chair on the decking! :-) and realised that's probably the last time I'll sit there enjoying the view from this garden. Strange thought!

Whilst sitting there contemplating my navel, I was struck by all the parallel lines on the decking...and on the table...and on the chairs....they were everywhere! And that got me thinking about us Blippers and how although some of us will meet, the majority of us are just like those parallel lines, all travelling similar journeys and sharing them with each other but destined never to meet....

......think I may have OD'd on the cough medicine again??!!! ;-)))

Anyhoo what better excuse than that to share Ms Harry's poem with you and one of her band's amazing songs. I absolutely adore her and listening to this I am transported back to my bedroom circa 1980, age 13 with backcombed hair, red lipstick, a dress fashioned from a black bin bag, and belting THIS out (along with Atomic) using my best Denman hairbrush as a mike!!!

Happy Days! :)))

P.S. I think we missed the last cut of the grass too!!