the new moon hung mysteriously in the misty dusk of twilight - like one of doris's toe nail shards on our beige carpet.

somewhere, an owl hooted.  or was it kev the chauffeur farting as he lurched home from the black pudding eating competition?
ah, the sights and sounds of nature. so blissful. so thought provoking.
makes you feel so small, so insignificant.
especially when doris looms over you and bellows seductively - 'GET YOUR KIT OFF, AND PUT YOUR HORLICKS DOWN. IT'S BEDTIME.'
do you ever feel that the magic has gone from your life?