Favorite Lines of Poetry......still at number one but in at number 2002 pauliepaul with that line i'm proud of....
When I am old, and comforted,
And done with this desire,
With Memory to share my bed
And Peace to share my fire,
Corsica - still full of that fond got it right familiar happiness.
Moist from wet foreheads and lost damp coats in corners.
Booze & Stuff..
Well I seem to have slipped back into my old pattern. Not as bad but bad enough for me to do a dry June. 🥃😡