Well its the morning after a great night out in Plymouth, which was rounded off with an early morning ‘full english’ at Goodbodies (what a place). I have finally started to attack the pile of junk left over from university (lecture notes and whatnot).
I came across some amusing things (for me anyway) like the manual for the CDJ’s that have now been sold on twice since I owned them, or the lecture notes that were actually just a printed out e-mail… but there was something I found from an earlier time, a simpler time. It was when I had decided to learn how write in calligraphy, which I remember. I had written the beginnings of what I think could have been a great story, which I don’t remember… anyway here it is:
Once upon a time there was a big rocket.
Almost as big as a house. It has 50 rockets and 40 boosters. Pooh was the pilot of the rocket.
A masterpiece in the making I’m sure you’ll agree!
I have to admit this made me smile, and the thought of people in the far future perhaps trying to decifer this ancient script decribing a great machine also made me smile, but maybe that just reflects my less then standard sense of humour.
yes honey….i must admit….it made me giggle too…but then again, you always have that effect on me….i meant that in a good way….not in the *points and giggles* kind of way….:)