If you are going to do that, at least stuff it in a bottle so that there’s the hope that it will wash ashore somewhere and be found by someone curious enough to look. Someone who might be feeling that there is no passion or mystery in the world. Think of how it would feel, in that frame of mind, to find a love letter…
sorry, sir ed. enidd did start out trying to write something moving and heartfelt, but before she knew it she’d just made a cheap jibe. she’s such a shallow person, sigh.
lj – love the blogs as bottles thing.
I’ve felt like this a bit recently – figuratively speaking of course. As long as there’s chocolate to pull me through though there’ll be no ‘bungee-less jumps’…unless of course there’s a parachute, and then there’s no stopping me!