Goodmorning, and what a good morning it is too, I'm breathing, you are breathing and pretty soon we will all be smiling, because smiling is good for us.
Just after noon today I was sat in my chair and nodded off and had the strangest dream.
Now I know that none of you want to know what the dream was about, so I won't tell you, I was walking through this orchard, the trees were all heavy with apples, big rosy red beggars they were too. They seemed to be smiling and inviting me to pick a few, and just as I reached up to pick the best looking apple, the thing dropped, hitting me on the forehead, it was like a cast iron cannon-ball and hard as hell, that's when I woke up rubbing my head.
I'm going for a little shuffle around the garden now, I think I'll veer away from my apple tree.