A turtle's life
It strikes me at this time, not quite morning, but with the smell of coffee lingering in the air and the dew still hanging on the daffodils...I'm not at home. Although the thrill of dangerous sightseeing, complete with killer cats, ferocious garden gnomes, caffienated oboists and all manner of unruly guests, still appeals...I miss the comforts of home.
There has been, of late, a distinct lack of riding upon creatures' heads, there has also been far more oboe practicing than I am comfortable even mentioning...and don't get me started on the reedmaking noises...gods above but my ears hurt! I also long for the brilliant colours and roomy ceilings of my former abode, the black couches upon which I looked so dashing...here there are too many conflicting colours! How am I to stand out amongst these lurid surroundings??
And yet...my pride prevents me from coming home uncelebrated, unasked and unwelcomed. In my heart of hearts I desire a frivolous party thrown in my honour; yet what can I do to deserve such a party! Oh, for a dragon to slay!!
There has been, of late, a distinct lack of riding upon creatures' heads, there has also been far more oboe practicing than I am comfortable even mentioning...and don't get me started on the reedmaking noises...gods above but my ears hurt! I also long for the brilliant colours and roomy ceilings of my former abode, the black couches upon which I looked so dashing...here there are too many conflicting colours! How am I to stand out amongst these lurid surroundings??
And yet...my pride prevents me from coming home uncelebrated, unasked and unwelcomed. In my heart of hearts I desire a frivolous party thrown in my honour; yet what can I do to deserve such a party! Oh, for a dragon to slay!!