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
First listen, new Cure album is up there as one of their best. No one does uplifting and grand melancholy like them. I has all the feels.
It's Cure Day! Time to hear the new album. But first, for the day that's in it
Web working dad.
The North part of Ireland.
Walk on air against your better judgement.
Seamus Heaney