Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.
How my heart sings 
Excellent – and I also love the image:)xx
I like the photo because of the angles and lines.Thank you so much,Janet
You are most welcome…sending love and hoping you are keeping warm:)xx
Yes,I have got the heating on… it was frosty this morning.Hope you are not sufferunf too much vis a vis the bathroom.:)xx
Bathroom renovation has been postponed for a couple of weeks, which is just as well, as have been super busy – with paintings everywhere!:) I am looking forward to a really lovely new bathroom, but frankly am dreading the upheaval….tis too shall pass…….:)xx
I can imagine it will be a great strain but then you will be able to enjoy it.I dare not do anything as yet.. bit who knows? :)xxx