And so today's story begins.
I spent most of today at a very big house in the country.
There was rural charm, though no animal farm, in the country.
It had city dwellers and professional fellas, living life to the limit
In the country.
I had sunshine days and a heat filled haze, in the country.
There was Pimms so sweet, enough food to eat, in the country.
A kind of centuries remedy, not so Jackanory,
In the country.
In truth, it was all a bit of a blur. Pitching up at a big house, Pitching, Pimms from a pitcher and then leaving. You get the picture.
Maybe I should take a herbal bath.
