Day began with prayer, car drive, music old fashioned Drifters, some thing like soul '4 to the floor,' northern.
Melodic deep sophisticated soul. Emotional journey of lost love, something about hope. Hope that in the future, you'll know when true Love really passes by.
Sat near rural Church awaiting mate who was in the village pub. Having agreed to pick him up ferry him home.
When the Bells sounded out chimes, it felt pleasant, a sense of something remains, even when you're gone.
Today time with the younger family friend's. I feel old but loved time with younger folk. Hope here also. Mind you would have enjoyed the Tea cake.
Days of supping tea, laughing, Buying board games. stupid tumble through Charity shops |
| Feels right to be part of village Bringing up young folk . |
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