Saturday, 26 June 2010


Shall i part my hair behind?
Do i dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach,
I have heard the mermaids singing each to each,
I do not think that they will sing to me,
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves blown back

Little bit of T.S Eliot is just what one needs on a fine sunny day :)

I must have read that poem a thousand times and it never gets old. The uneasiness put forward about being old somehow makes me feel comforted. I can't wait to be old-knit and sew and read stories to grandchildren.
Love always,

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