Take my love, take me land...

The collage looks something like this; A strange chook in the backyard, men chasing her through the violets, lots of fresh fruit and vegetable, clear mountain views, butterscotch royale and orange and cardamom, Maybe Baby, Oodles of Jonquils, Mr's rhyming card, dim-sims, chilli-salt tofu and vege chow mein, a Bogart hat, new bras and lots of lovely treats from Lush, a sizeable voucher for Garden Centres, sleeping in and getting out of bed languidly, Deciding on what to name my daughter, Figuring out the Italian Coffee percolator, learning about CAH, realising that the log fire will warm the entire house, old paintings of autumn leaves with gilt frames, Chilli-Jam and Star Wars Monopoly, finally winning a game of Euchre, checkers and white wine, candles and dinner service, extreme tiredness, a talkative kitten and inroads on dream-show, three cards from two people, earl grey and the paper, witch-hunts and art, photos in a hat, freezing air and warm sun, happy dreams and pleasing messages from Thailand. Thus passed my 33rd birthday. Most satisfactory,