Thursday, July 14, 2011

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.

I think I smell a Gruffalo. Lune River, Hastings Caves State Reserve. June 2011.

I thought, “What a jolly good idea!” and have thus done so.

  • Healthy and happy kids.

  • A bit of peace and quiet.

  • Fiscal security.

  • Thinking time.

  • A way forward.

  • Temperate climes.

  • Good books.

  • A good night’s sleep.

Who put that there? Lune River, Hastings Caves State Reserve. June 2011.
I’m not sure what that says about me. My wishes seem very level headed.



EG Wow said...

Some stories are best told a little differently every time. :)

smudgeon said...

They certainly are of the more moedrate variety - not a lot of "a magic theremin that shits gold" or "self-removing trousers" in there.

Actually, apart from the first wish, I would probably have a similar list. Except I'd replace "temperate climes" with "somewhere a tad warmer in winter".

Kris said...

EG Wow, it's the only way!

Smudgeon, it's always best to keep one's expectations low and thus avoid disappointment. I call it the 'DHHS effect'.

Kris said...

Can you believe it, I'm a SQUARE!