With summertime coming to a leisurely end it's time to hunt out the extra blanket and winterweight duvet, hang up the bikini nana at the beach one piece and adjust the hands on the clock. There's an old adage which I trot out faithfully twice a year, word perfect for as long as I can remember, until now…
I sat and pondered which way do I spring and where do I fall?
I muttered, debated, even got a little heated,
'Spring forward, Fall back,
Spring back, Fall forward'
The first one rings a bell but I feel more comfortable with statement 2. Eventually I asked the nice man filling my car with petrol what he'd be doing with his clock at the weekend; I won't tell you what his answer was, suffice to say I won't be using that garage again in a hurry!
It has occurred to me that I feel more comfortable with springing backwards and falling flat on my face because it suits my current state of mind. Optimism in the face of adversity is proving to be rather more difficult than I'd originally thought, but I'm digging a bit deeper everyday and as a true devotee of the karmic yogi's I know my ducks will waddle into a row anytime soon.
In the meantime I'm feeling the need to wallpaper...
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