Sunday, 2 March 2008
there's always something magic about coming home and this evening is no exception. with the sun setting behind me and the roof open (well, at least until i hit the dirt road) and Dire Straits pumping through the sound system it is sometimes difficult to keep the leadfoot restrained. home is like a magnet and is my universal destination no matter what or where the journey.
and when i finally walked in the door and opened the suitcase...Martha the catfishweaselbear made it very clear i was to stay.