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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.

And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me
I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

Yesterday, we found a small, 10 X 10 metre patch of Paddington, Red Hill or New Farm tucked away on a tree-lined street that seems far, far away from Seoul. This particular patch was in the shape of a tiny French Patisserie, with a tiny French Chef, and the most amazing sandwiched served on freshly baked ciabatta. He had vegetarian, I had tender beef. We both had coffee.

I almost cried.


Best friends, originally uploaded by krumpette.

I saw this and actual tears came to my eyes.

It’s like having someone back from the dead.

It also made me miss everything…

You know that you’re alone when a clothes horse almost reduces you to tears.

And no, I can’t sleep… thanks for asking.

‘A Scanner Darkly’ is one of the most profound films I have ever seen. ‘Snakes on a Plane’ is not.

There are only so many times you can wash the dishes before it becomes evident that you HAVE to go outside tomorrow.

Leaves seem to be a theme for me today. They have occurred more than three times. If only I knew the meaning.


Mel looking festive, originally uploaded by iAn85.

I miss my husband…

I miss all my friends…

I remember last Christmas so vivdly (it was the same green cardy, possibly the same sash)…

WAAAHHHHH I WANT CHRISTMAS PARTY GOODNESS IN PUSSY PALACE!!!! WAAAAHHHH…

*sobs uncontrollably into his ukulele*

Real Tears.

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