the rain is here. everything is plush, green and mushy.
the hill is misty most mornings.
i need to sleep more. holidays have hardly been restful. no sirree.
so much to tell.
but must rush off to the little macedonian dentist for some more lovely root canal therapy.
i'll just fall asleep on the lovely rocking chair as she rips nerves from my head.
back later, oh bestests, bisous X.X.X. ephereal misty ones. x j