I was sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream ,like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain. Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head and spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread
I think I love you ,I think I love you.
I’ll miss old Clare Balding on the radio on a Sunday morning . I’ve loved her guests – always one faith and one non-faith . She always talks about love, kindness, humanity .neighbourliness etc
The above 2 sentences are totally unrelated .
Anyone ( female ?) , around the age of 59 , will know exactly where those words in the first paragraph come from , and will probably now spend the rest of the day singing them …and imagining…….
The second sentence are my words . I love her and the way she broadcasts .Many of her guests have helped, grounded and saved a little bit of me .
She ended with a quote from the world’s greatest philosopher ,Pooh.
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard”…that makes such sense