What if I bumped into her in a queue but we weren't ever meant to cross paths?
What if she told you she would have been on time for meeting you if it wasn't for that short guy who tripped over his own shoelaces and then proceeded to drop his change?
What if that was all that was needed to break the ice, tension shifting, a light hearted swipe at men's uselessness, while snaking your arm around her waist and kissing her firmly on the mouth. ''Men, who needs them, huh'', she is yours, she is putty in your hands.
She replies, ''Not us, baby, not us''.
I am long out of sight but this is what I overhear.

Lucky escape, lightening reactions
The cat that got the cream.

Maybe it is alright
The man said it
He referred to me
as "little darling"
Perhaps it is all ok
When everything's done
because little darling to
quote "here comes the sun".
horray, horray it has it's hat on
The sun is wearing a hat?
yes and it is hip hip horray
Does that mean everything's ok
Well apparently he is coming today
and yes you guessed, he's coming to play.
Well hip hip horray then.

My grandmother used to sing this to me in her sweetest voice.

"Here we are again
as happy as can be
all good folks and
jolly good company.
Never mind the weather
never mind the rain
here we are together
and whoops we go again.

I just thought I would share this old rhyme,
It is simple but it has a message.

The Power Of The Sea

Another bit of dry land
Crumbles and falls
Into waiting sand
And castle walls.
Properties on the cliff edge
Panic in a moment of terror
Together with surrounding hedge
Await the fate of the sea’s error.
Rushing, destroying anything in its path
The sea is relentless and with might
Having the ultimate last laugh
Homes become victims among the white.
Crashing to shore, salty spades dig deep
Etching lines, scraping the bank
Bags of sand, now useless to keep
Memories of what the sea has drank.
Copper, lead, bricks, never ending
The sea takes it all, every last drop.
The dry land crumbles sending
Its message to the evil not to stop.
The power of the sea,
Threatening our land in its way
Every home, every flower, every tree
The lot with uproot and break away.