BE MY VALENTINE

Be my Valentine:

Even though he was beaten,

Stoned and beheaded.

For nothing says love

More than a stoned, headless saint,

And forecourt flowers.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

I've travelled oceans of tea to arrive at this one small cup. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

It is far from a coincidence that the words 'first' and 'thirst' sound so alike. ☕

THE PLOUGH

Here's to every furrowed groove 

That’s marched across my brow,

Proof I’ve lived, I’ve laughed, I’ve stressed

Behind Time's skin-deep plough.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Giving the Imagination muscles a workout. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

I glance briefly at a cupboard full of cups and saucers as I pull out a mug. I can almost hear an audible sigh from the posh china as once again expediency overrules decorum. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

The sun rises as I sup - and I'm only 99% convinced that the two things are not related. ☕☀️

FIRST CUP OF TEA

I'm tickled pink

I love this drink

It keeps the blues away.

Earl Grey or not

It hits the spot

It colours all my day. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Grateful to the Tea Gods for holding up Now for the briefest of moments for the longest of looks. ☕

LIFE'S A JIGSAW

Life's a jigsaw. Many don't get to finish the puzzle, even less appreciate the picture. Everyone's picture is different. Everyone's box is the same. 🧩🧩🧩