MUST BE GETTING EXCITED OR ...
Thinking to meself this morning as the crows rasped their rantings as they do. I grabbed at a few memories of a real community. Romantic I may be but I do hope that next week in the UK the early morning newsagent will greet me as I will visit each day around six. I hope he or she will know which newspapers I wish for. I hope to be able to say a good "Good Morning" with a world in a smile.
I hope that the pub(s) I will visit of an evening time will quickly get to know my drink and never keep asking me "what do you want old man".
But as Ivan Illich used to say so well it is better to live in hope than expectation.

I blame Tug Boat Anna and Trousers for all this reflection-like vanity but there you have it and there it is.