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Guess what happens next? Little Howrah Beach, Howrah. December 2011.

Theme Thursday already and it seems that I've lost most of my X-mas break to the flu.

This was not supposed to be the FUTURE (this time last week).

Inevitably, the FUTURE disappoints. The FUTURE rarely delivers. The FUTURE is usually much like the present, only we are more tired, have more aches and pains and more irritable.

The FUTURE, to put it bluntly, ain't what it used to be.
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Roddy said…
You are quite correct. The future ain't the past. It is the future.
If I could see all the negatives before they arrived then I would have no future.
And perhaps you just had a case of the fluture.
29 December 2011 at 18:01
nerima roberts said…
I hope you feel better, and recover from the flu.
I like "the future ain't what it used to be".
29 December 2011 at 23:03
Mary said…
I wish I could wave a magic wand and give you the future you wish for in your heart.
29 December 2011 at 23:47
Brian Miller said…
ugh hope that is the flu talking a bit...i know those littles were a good future right? smiles...i do understand what you are saying though...smiles.
29 December 2011 at 23:48
Mrsupole said…
Feeling sick sucks and I swear I have been sick for over a month. Tonight was the first night that I have not just wanted to go back to sleep. Been sleeping 10 to 16 hours a day and still tired. I am hoping this is a sign that maybe I am on the mend. I oh so hope you are too. So sorry you were sick for most of your Christmas holiday and I hope no one else caught it from you. Get well soon.

I do like all your future comments for this weeks Theme Thursday. Lots of fun there.

God bless.
30 December 2011 at 00:21
cosmos cami said…
Sorry you're sick and this is my first visit to your blog, but I did love that last line you wrote.
30 December 2011 at 06:42
Tom said…
i ate too much and felt like puking

not the same thing...eh?
30 December 2011 at 07:00
Anonymous said…
Love your wry sense of humor. The future certainly isn't what it used to be!

Happy TT and Happy New Year.
30 December 2011 at 15:09
Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said…
best wishes,
love the flying geese imagery, well done.
1 January 2012 at 06:36
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all. Feeling better now.

Only I'm at work...
6 January 2012 at 14:36
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