Till The Next Time
The nights are drawing in,the clocks go back on Sunday and the weather is going to get colder.
I have just put the central heating on,switched the gas fire onto mark 7 and made myselfe a cup of coffee and I am curled upon the settee surrounded by our photographs of our holidays in Turkey.
As I look through the photos I have to smile as memories are brought back to life,is that me jumping off the top deck of that boat into the sea?
and am I the one dancing on the bar?,the red eyes must be the flash and nothing to do with the alcohol.
Thank you Mr Kodac for a wonderfull invention.
The resorts will be quiet now,no more tractor train or roadsweeper.
The mosquitos will all be asleep ,their bellies full of our blood extracted from us while we slept, waiting for us all to return next year.
All the Wasps will be dead by now, killed by all our little children treading on the blighters.
Cockerels will still be crowing in the villages,but no tourist slumbers will he disturb for a while.
My goat lady will still be having a running battle with her flock every day
as she tends them through the winter.
All the sunbeds and brollies have all been put away, the cafes along the promenades closed, the sea will still be lapping the shore but no longer will children be giggling and screaming as the fish nibble their toes.
The wind will be blowing through our favourite bars, now stripped of all its sound equipment, decor and furniture, singing and laughing just an echo now among the rafters.
I for one am waiting for the rebirth of all my happy things,wont be long till next May.
Pass me some more photos darling.