It’s raining, cold & wet – three bananas relax in a sheltered fruit bowl.
Essex howls & blows it’s blossoms off – everything turns uniform green.
Catch a train into a city that looks it’s best shimmering, wet & shiny
on the last day of a ‘Month of Sundays.’ I’ll miss the good people
at the BBC – being plugged into the magic of broadcasting.
Stay warm & dry sisters & brothers.