...Because Lady A said "Write it!", though, in fairness to her, she didn't know what "it" was! Also, Anita, this is the original "sober and straight-laced" draft narrative of what I promised you was going to be more of a Salome "Dance Of The Seven Veils"-thing... but I don't think that's ever going to get off the drawing board at this rate!! SMILE!!

JOY...


A good belly-laugh is:
Jacking up the body of the car
to detect the problem with the steering,
only to find that the wheels
remain resolutely rooted to the spot

A laugh and a joke is to share a room
with your octogenarian mother
in a London hotel,
and having to tell her
that it is not the plumbing
that's doing all the knocking and bumping
but the menage a trois in the room next door

A Mini Cooper packed with nuns
bouncing along
a straight and bumpy highway
at top speed
raises a smile

Words from a friend
written in the language
of your humour
brings sunshine to your soul
together with an inner smile

And there is a secret smile
in the most inward place
when, in the act of love,
you have gone past
the point of no return
and you know - oh yes,
that the earth will move again
for sure...

Joy:
that moment in time
when every fibre of your being
knows what it is
to be fully alive

And kicking!





...all these things still make me tingle to think of them! Must be the hormones, eh Anita?! LOL Kate xx