Misty

It was one of those mystical misty mornings, with the sun trying to break through.

That sign post is pointing to St Lucia! I'm off in the morning for a week of wall to wall 30 C !!!

My bag is packed with flimsy items of clothing some good books and lashings of sun tan lotion.

I may not be able to blip, so see you all when I get back.

I sang this to the dog, on our walk this morning, but I'm not sure she appreciated it as much as I did!

Misty
Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree;
And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud,
I can' t understand
I get misty, just holding your hand.
Walk my way,
And a thousand violins begin to play,
Or it may be the sound of your hello,
That music I hear,
I get misty, whenever you're near.
You can say that you're leading me on
And it's just what I want you to do,
Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost?
That's why I'm following you.
On my own,
When I wander through this wonderland alone,
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat from my glove
I'm too misty, and too much in love.
Too misty,
And too much...
In love.....look at me....