Just a quick post tonight. We have just had a long weekend here in Brisbane. Brenton went camping with his gf's family and a bunch of her Dad's Army mates. He had the best time and made many new friends. That's our Brenton!
Heartpoet had work as per usual on Saturday and Sunday. Monday Heartpoet and I were to visit with family. However Monday morning Frank Spencer oops I mean Heartpoet lost his footing whilst performing exterior house maintenance. I was downstairs in our laundry at the time loading towels into our front loader washer when I heard an almighty thwack sound. I dropped what I was doing and rushed outside. Heartpoet had landed on a concreted area with one side of his body, face/head taking the brunt. He was dazed, in pain and unable to get up. Long story short - mild concussion, banged up and bruised, fractured ribs and soft tissue damage to his shoulder. No wonder I colour my hair - he is such a worry!
First step, take a deep breath
You don’t need a reason why
You can, you can take, take time
You can, you can walk, run, dive
Close call, you think you might fall
But all you gotta do is try
Even angels, even angels learn… to fly~!
I would fly you to the moon and back if you'll be . . . if you'll be my baby ~Savage Garden~
If I was a fairy I would be named Hex Icefly
She is a bone chilling bringer of justice for the vulnerable.
She lives in places hexed and tainted by black magic.
She is only seen at midday under a quiet, cloudless sky.
She wears black feathers and rose petals. She has icy blue butterfly wings.