The weekend past brought us the all the joys of Summer.

Pasty, flabby British torso’s were on display. The youths of Queensway brought their girlfriends and their Joints to the park and 20 something year old couples made the rest of us feel slightly voyeuristic by “dry humping” in the center…

 Well, blow me, didn’t have you down for a bin raker, ducks. Being a bit of a crazy old lady myself, all I can say that the drugs must have addled her brain, cos you’re just the sweetest thing. Keep smiling, honey, and twitter often too - you brighten my drab days! x

Spring has truly sprung.

Its tightly coiled spiral released with the promise of more beauty as each day passes.

Strolling through the not so leafy streets of London one can sense an air of change.

The blossom has bloomed and fallen, carpeting the roads and pavements with natures pinky…

You don’t tease much do you, ducks? Never mind, from one writer to another, you have the heart and soul of a poet. Bless you x