Among my souvenirs.....
|(Picture taken maybe twelve years - or so - ago....)|
Or an Italian spring:
If only we could be together again....
There's no going back, only snapshots of good times, and hazy memories of people and places, like when I went to Tivoli with mum and dad and there was a fox asleep on a pile of straw below our vantage point:
Or a summer visit to Lindsay and family in Kettering:
Or invitations to parties I have no recollection of at all:
Or invitations to parties that we held ourselves, though I don't remember much of them either!) except that I think Matt Frei came to this one:
[But not this one.....]
Not even to my pub, which venture went swimmingly well.... for a while:
Where has it gone? Does it have to be so sad? Will New Years ever be as good? Could they be better? Right now I don't feel too hopeful: