Here I am at this very moment languishing in a hot bath tweeting on my iPad.
I know, it's not a safe thing to do as far as the iPad is concerned but, it's doable.
It's the fact that a few years ago nobody would even have thought it possible to be connected 100% of the time anywhere and still go about doing the daily rigmaroles that we all do.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, we haven't got to the point where our tech can scrub our backs for us. Well, not side Japan I would hazard :-)
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Sunday, 8 January 2012
Over Xmas
Gone are the mince pies
Locked is the stollen
Wrappings are binned
Presents now worn
Decorations are packed
The tree packed or thrown
Xmas has gone
The new year now growing
Bring on the new times
In memory the old
Never look back
To the bad times of old.
Rejoice in the future
Whatever it brings
There may be disruption
But also time to sing
Friday, 6 January 2012
Taken from train on way back
From the West Highland Way. There are no roads that lead to this place, only the train. I really ought to go there one day for a short break.
Blogpress is back
Well well well, looks like me old blogging app on the iPad has finally been updated to IOS 5 at long bloody last, I mean how long has IOS 5 been out on th iPad?
This is one of the main reasons why there has not been many blogs from me in recent months.
I know i'm daft, most would have gone out and found themselves another app, but I liked Blogpress and couldn't find another I really liked.
(first blog with Blogpress for a while)
Sunday, 21 August 2011
Ramblings
There are things in the dark, they slither in their awful ways.
Dare you look under your bed in the middle of the night?
You will indeed if you want to take fright,
There... The cat have pounced and caused your heart to thump in the night.
Mighty mice you are in danger for the cat has become your ranger, a flick of claw and your life is flawed, run, scamper, flee from your abject danger.
To fall asleep on the couch, it is the fate of all from time to time, to wake in the cold of night for failure of the awakening, the prodding to have failed your left to sleep in the cats evening chair.
Tumble, tumble stub your toe, scream the house down till cock crow!
Terrible flatulence.... Sniff! Gag!
Dare you look under your bed in the middle of the night?
You will indeed if you want to take fright,
There... The cat have pounced and caused your heart to thump in the night.
Mighty mice you are in danger for the cat has become your ranger, a flick of claw and your life is flawed, run, scamper, flee from your abject danger.
To fall asleep on the couch, it is the fate of all from time to time, to wake in the cold of night for failure of the awakening, the prodding to have failed your left to sleep in the cats evening chair.
Tumble, tumble stub your toe, scream the house down till cock crow!
Terrible flatulence.... Sniff! Gag!
I long for days of abject bliss, the kind that linger on for months.
A sultry breeze, a wisp of salty sea air on the wind, blown on from a distant sea a long way away.
Picture this, lying in a hammock on the slopes of a Tuscan hillside, the sounds of birds and the trickle of distant streams. The sounds of life beyond the trees, muffled to mer whispers of a forgotten realm of work.
The aroma of Italian food wafting out of the old house, wine and cheese by your side in case you get peckish.
Ah! If only I could go back to that time long ago, where there was not a care to be had, nor hassle to be put upon. Those days have gone, never to be brought back.
The memories linger though, they pray on your mind with the memory of what could be again, but reality hits you, your not in Italy any more....
One day you say to yourself, perhaps one day.... But you know in your heart that that day may never come, forever will you be stuck in the financial rut the west has thrust upon you.
You console yourself with material things, a new TV, computers galore and fireplaces as part of your living room makeover, but deep down all you want is the rustic simplicity of a house on a hill in the Italian Tuscan outback of life.
We can but dream of things gone past, and things that may yet come to pass or pass us by.
A sultry breeze, a wisp of salty sea air on the wind, blown on from a distant sea a long way away.
Picture this, lying in a hammock on the slopes of a Tuscan hillside, the sounds of birds and the trickle of distant streams. The sounds of life beyond the trees, muffled to mer whispers of a forgotten realm of work.
The aroma of Italian food wafting out of the old house, wine and cheese by your side in case you get peckish.
Ah! If only I could go back to that time long ago, where there was not a care to be had, nor hassle to be put upon. Those days have gone, never to be brought back.
The memories linger though, they pray on your mind with the memory of what could be again, but reality hits you, your not in Italy any more....
One day you say to yourself, perhaps one day.... But you know in your heart that that day may never come, forever will you be stuck in the financial rut the west has thrust upon you.
You console yourself with material things, a new TV, computers galore and fireplaces as part of your living room makeover, but deep down all you want is the rustic simplicity of a house on a hill in the Italian Tuscan outback of life.
We can but dream of things gone past, and things that may yet come to pass or pass us by.
Light leaves in twilight
The splendour of light
Never seen till evenings gone
In twilight we linger
To see it's pass.
The dark becomes us
The night just begun
In dark we fumble
We long for it to pass.
The Dawn expands us
To see the light resurgence
We bask in the glory of light
The warmth of Sun in worship.
The light is bright now
In middle day it hangs so bright
We hide from sunburn
To hope in afternoon shade.
Gentle evening cool and light
A gentle warmth it is so right
Alfresco eating, in drink we'er freshened
As Twilight comes around again.
Never seen till evenings gone
In twilight we linger
To see it's pass.
The dark becomes us
The night just begun
In dark we fumble
We long for it to pass.
The Dawn expands us
To see the light resurgence
We bask in the glory of light
The warmth of Sun in worship.
The light is bright now
In middle day it hangs so bright
We hide from sunburn
To hope in afternoon shade.
Gentle evening cool and light
A gentle warmth it is so right
Alfresco eating, in drink we'er freshened
As Twilight comes around again.
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