Focus on the little things in front of you today.
When Anxious I go through my photos. Expect lots of repeats of pics today, it's all I got to balance the firehose.
November has tied me to an old dead tree
Get word to April to rescue me
November's cold chain made of wet-boots and rain
And shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd, you're my firing squad
November
Tonights viewing - 8pm GMT
The Cure Live :: Songs Of A Lost World
Web working dad.
The North part of Ireland.
Walk on air against your better judgement.
Seamus Heaney