※SpinalGap24 ※

Firstly, congratulations Northern Ireland, that was quite outstanding...as much so as England were poor.
This season seems to be seminal for the Premiership, super-league wages and the England national side. I remember 1981 being a bad year for the national team, and for the old First Division, (the "missing millions"), but in 1982 England did rather well in Spain...but this is the third very bad national team performance in a row, and I'm listening to Alan Green's R5 live views...but England are the Brazil of the north, or is that Sweden??

I was all set up for my cycle therapy and made it 4 miles outside the city, when my phone shot a message from my pocket and signalled a halt to the adventure..only 5 photos, and a maximum 8 miles was disappointing. But what great warmth this autumn...no rain here for over a week...
...a perfect time to find my friend offering me two guinea pigs! One was called 'fluffy' huuh..but any suggestions for a chestnut coloured one?

you came to me again,
this time for real, and not in my dream,
your words touched me just as before,
you reached me again,
where my heart left you the key,
-it's been flying lost without you,
over our precious places where we once lay,
and through the skies, in dreams, in all my days,
I am still reaching you,
holding on to something so precious.
3pm and your words ring through me,
was I dreaming, or did you touch my heart one more time,
you still beat within me
though I am living a life far away
the vision is feint, the voice distant, the life remote,
but somehow we relate,
over the miles,
over the lands, stretching painfully, joining hands,
your voice echoes through me, closing my eyes,
never wanting to see today,
treasuring all that I hold in my hands,
one side warming me,
the other warning me,
within is without,
without is within,
to begin, without a finish,
to finish, with or without,
motions stop...autumn overtakes me,
hesitating, awaiting the place where the leaves shall rest.