I See The Helter Skelter Lights...

When I woke up this morning, I had to resist the urge to get down on my belly and lay in the grass. It was covered in dew; well I like to say it was dewy, I think it was probably the mirry rain which has persisted all day.

It looked so pretty and I felt that a closer inspection would be necessary, but I desisted, because I made my mind up to get to work on time.

As I drove out the drive, I was caught by the colours and the beads all over this patch of grass, and leaned out the window to snatch it, and I'm glad I did, because I came home tonight and discovered that the gardners had been round, and all these lovely flowers, and colours and droplets have gone.

Life is short, time moves fast, make sure you stop and smell the roses.


But not the farty smell which the Beau has just done beside me.