oh' where did those days go those enid blyton days when my greatest wish was to be jo, from the famous five....
those long and glorious summerdays.... of sunshine and youth.
when bikes and fresh air whipping past your face, was way more.... important, than winning the ratrace.
when the local creek was the multiplex, with so many different worlds on show .... at each new bend of the winding, water slow.
when life was a beach and living was carefree..
those days of watermelon slices and orange icee's backyard cricket.... belt it over the fence for a six and out!!!
bbq'd sausages, smothered in onions and tomato sauce.... slapped on a slice, of good white bread, sufficed as dinner.
with a salad of course, (if quick the salad could be served surreptisiouly to the local wildlife with a slip and tilt of the paper plate) if lucky, strawberries and icecream to follow.
oh' those were the days, simpler than most... when the biggest difficulty was in ,cadging one more hour, before sleeping at night. one more chapter, (perhaps, even two) of adventuring with the famous five, before sleeping.... under the security of youth...