TONIGHT, A LITTLE BIT OF SAD AND WISTFUL ARIEL'S STUFF.
It was thinking about Steve, that friend of ours ( who was recently killed by a hornet, while on holiday in France ), that reminded me of this piece, that I wrote some time ago. Come to think of it a long time ago, and when I dredged it up from the bowels of my computer, I was amazed to see that it was written in a former life; that one when I lived in the dreary old England that I hated so much. From feeling that wistful, regretful “ Gosh, how time flies!” sensation, I got to thinking that well... Sign in to see full entry.