Feel a little like dancing myself, though it’s more like tiptoeing through puddles and mudholes these days; no great expectations for a summer this side of the hemisphere, not one bit.
Also no snazzy new place as yet, but I feel so much lighter,faster,bouncier (could I be morphing into Spidey after all?)after binning/selling half of my possessions. Anyone read this modern day fairytale? Rogue synopsis: Wife leaves husband, husband sulks with grief. Husband pushes through pain like unsung hero and concocts zany plan to change fate/life/fate/life! Disney’s spies get word of said plan, see dollar dollar bills churning, and go knocking on man’s door.
The end..or is it?