Eye, Eye

I'm looking hard at myself these day,
I've noticed things I hadn't before.

There is no-one in my house prepared to sing, dance, or waste time being generally silly with me.
I may have to write my own comedy sketch show and make my fortune without them.

A breakfast chat with my girl caught me unawares- a colleague, the first, shaken foundations. Then later a chat with my sister, the awaited news. Strength and humour. We've got this licked.

Look into my eye, not around my eye, look straight into my eye.

(Darn that the message should come that this is some celebration of my journal. I love this place, the challenge, the community. Thank you for looking in and reading my occasional drivel)