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Wendy is running the sweet stall at the Christmas-eve Church Bazaar. Her haircut has grown out badly and the grey roots show. Frown lines and a rather supercilious expression have etched themselves into her forty-plus face. “I really should try harder,” she’d thought that morning, “go to the hairdresser, get a helper, go back to work...“ Looking across at the Tombola stall, she wishes herself elsewhere. She has only volunteered to help because she wants to show everybody that she’s okay; she doesn’t need their pity.

Bring out the Dickens in you!

I remember writing letters
addressing the envelope, sticking on the stamp
dropping it in the postbox

... some early Christmas gifts...

ok guys, i know i've inflicted this one on you before but it's changed and been added to a lot...

plus, I've written myself in to it and my current reality... ;)

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all *

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
Its love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all *

But now its just another show
You leave em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away *

Poisoned Sandwiches VII

Moons and junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way *

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
Its life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all *

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every day *

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way *

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all *

you are beautiful to me

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way *

Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feathered canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way *

Silhouetted against my tenacious optimism flits the spectre of a disappearing springbok.

The bottom is falling out of world economies but we’re alright Jack; at least for now. Obama is ahead in the polls by 11% and the ANC is splitting. Yea verily I tell you, my current affairs cup runneth over!

You look too by Lilian Moore

;)