Royal Mail Correos Aussie Post

I,m sitting here in my twilight hour wondering why people don´t write letters anymore.So personal, caring and romantic...such wonderful choices of paper and sweet smelling envelopes. What a pleasure they were to behold lying on the mat in the morning.

But I have finally discovered why, and it´s not because technology has run ahead and the birth of email and blogs, but.......The Postal Service....its appears most countries seem to have problems.

One month ago nearly it was my birthday, My darling sis in Oz is always on the ball posting months ahead,a little exagerrated but always in time, my brother and my mother in the UK both sent birthday cards.....they were all lovely apparently. But they have never arrived...most things do...what I want to know is...........

POSTAL SERVICES SPAIN; AUSTRALIA AND UNITED KINGDOM (1 point) ....where are my birthday cards and my surprise!!!! It really feels like when you lose your suitcase, everyday I wait for the post...what if.. Its like watching the empty luggage belt go round (Thanks Spanair)´

So to the postal services of the above countries...... thanks a bunch for a happy birthday.!!

And this isn´t the first time

I have 2 huge hungry german shepherds just daring you to turn up tomorrow.

change

This post may be moving in the next days please keep watching for the new direction, due to problems caused by plaigerism.

Gothic

Here on my terrace my thoughts are in the past,
I remember the gothic era although it never truly went away. I loved the drama of the black and purple gowns, it was an era that was a little romantic. I had many friends who were "goths"in London, the clubs were something to behold.

This is a digital print based on an acrylic painting I once did.

The easal still stands empty.

Change

Shadows falling across the terrace floor, accompanied by long fingers of light, thrown out by the candlelight. I am waiting for a call, a call that hasn´t come, leaving me in suspense.
There is more wind tonight, more than normal...as the weather changes with the year. There´s an empty easle on my terrace, the wind won´t allow me to paint. The sea is inquiet, and the moon, full and pale hides behind a mist. Soon I will reach for something to keep me warm, as I sit here with my thoughts in the silence.

Autumn

The evening skies darken much earlier now, as autumn, arrives, but I never see it changing. No golden leaves to crunch on, or shuffle as you walk along. No patterns of early frost on the window panes, only the remains of the sand blown over from the sahara. The evenings are chilling a little , with humidity in the night, but the days remain hot.

No arrival of autumn,...... we do not have many trees., but I carry images of those autumn days in my memory.

Pain

Haven´t been on my terrace recently as illness wracked my body with pain, it was not easy to sit and think.My friend told me I looked very sad...and I tried to laugh it off, giving the ex cuse, birthday blues and one year older. I try hard not to allow things to affect others and continue in a positive mode, but there is nothing like pain to bring you down to earth with a big bang. No one can understand intense pain unless they have suffered it. After 3 years my pain threshold is high so for me to take to my sofa and not surf my beloved internet amongst other things....it was bad. So for all you people out there in pain, I feel for you.