I am egg. You are my best friend. You will take me to the circus and buy me the double-king size waffle with ice-cream and lemon curd and chocolate sauce. You will then take me to a supermarket, hold me up and make scary noises, like they’re coming from me. We will then go to the sunniest paddock and laugh at everything, including the milk bottles sitting on step. You like me better than anyone and build me a six poster bed at the rare times you are not taking me to places I want to go. You will NEVER like another egg the way you do I and you will show me off with pride to everyone and add adjectives that make me sound very cool so they all want me as their best friend too. I will constantly chatter about things like queues and how the trains are running and you will always listen attentively, not yawn, or let your eyes wander away from me. Let’s begin…

for Brian Tappin ~ joy and sparrows, seagulls and sky and hope and… ~ part one

Sometimes we’re lucky enough to fleetingly meet a someone who changes us, bursts heart open, adds three feet to your height and shows you where your forgotten wings are buried. And it’s mutual. The following (and the rest of the song which I need to illustrate) are for you Brian Tappin ~ roaring lion, gentleContinue reading “for Brian Tappin ~ joy and sparrows, seagulls and sky and hope and… ~ part one”