My dog has been stolen, oh no, I haven’t got one, I’m fantasising again.
I made a fortune from my pen.
There I go again.
I cannot live without fantasy, it means a lot to me.
Its better than life you see.
I actually do things, I don’t depose kings.
I look forward to a visit, but will they come at all?
I might as well be talking to the wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a fall.
God bless us all.
Will my dog come when I call?
Sunday, 26th July, 2020