Tales From The Crypt - Monday 16th August 2021
Once upon a time there was, so there is still Loving of a kind that rhymed here until Doors began to close, and love was left screaming When life was diagnosed by the doctors of dreaming A typical Monday with walking and yoga, followed by a period of time chasing plumbers to get quotes to repair/upgrade our en-suite and also re-do our main bathroom. As is customary, it seems, I only get through to voicemails. Will they call me back? Do pigs fly? We shall see... As a reward for the tedious process of tracking down and calling potentially good plumbers I decide it's about time I booked my first flying lesson. Walk to the edge, sir. Fall forwards and flap your arms vigorously. Nope not that sort. Powered flight. With an engine. Propeller. And wings, etc. I call operations at the flying club and the phone is answered by a friendly female voice, who wants to take down my particulars. I reply, 'That's very kind, but I'm here to book a flying lesson!' That hurdle succes...