And then how strange does it all become - this www stuff never ceases to amaze. I only started this blog yesterday and mentioned gardening and my passion flower in only the second posy (sic - that should be "post" but a nice slip, even I say so myself) and then my oldest ever friend - we met when we were 4 years old at Gorebridge Primary School and that was 50 years ago, goodness - anyway he is a serious gardener, as opposed to me hardly knowing what I am talking about (and he played bass in our first ever band but that's another story) well, he has just sent me an email. Serendipity and synchronicity are big words that really mean we are only a whisper away from touching. Ian and Gina are about to become a grandparents for the second time round, around about now (24th Sept 2009) - how life goes on and on and on and... this is such good news! To be truthful, few could sing this song better than Kate Rusby (and sorry its not a better clip) but its appropriate for the timing and the memories - grace notes I guess, close your eyes and let it wash away the day:
And then how strange does it all become - this www stuff never ceases to amaze. I only started this blog yesterday and mentioned gardening and my passion flower in only the second posy (sic - that should be "post" but a nice slip, even I say so myself) and then my oldest ever friend - we met when we were 4 years old at Gorebridge Primary School and that was 50 years ago, goodness - anyway he is a serious gardener, as opposed to me hardly knowing what I am talking about (and he played bass in our first ever band but that's another story) well, he has just sent me an email. Serendipity and synchronicity are big words that really mean we are only a whisper away from touching. Ian and Gina are about to become a grandparents for the second time round, around about now (24th Sept 2009) - how life goes on and on and on and... this is such good news! To be truthful, few could sing this song better than Kate Rusby (and sorry its not a better clip) but its appropriate for the timing and the memories - grace notes I guess, close your eyes and let it wash away the day:
