
In the cool darkness of morning, just before awaking. The intertwined tentacles of dreams slowly slipped away. Leaving behind memories of the words “it’s impossible”
My subconscious had melded the lyrics and melody of two songs. Perhaps it is the distinctive delivery by Dame Shirley Bassey that assisted this mind mix.
I remember a series of lines starting with “It’s impossible to dah dah dah” to the tune of “Never, Never, Never”.
My attempts to recreate the conglomeration yields a most unsatisfactory product. Looking something like the following:
It’s impossible to tell the sun to leave the sky
It’s impossible to ask a baby not to cry
It’s impossible to keep the ocean from rushin’ on the shore
It’s impossible for me to not ask for more
It’s impossible to stop the stars from shining high above
It’s impossible to live without your love




Every seven or eight years something major seems to happen in my life. I have reached that point again. The choices are to take voluntary redundancy or stay in the place I have worked in since 2010 and try for a new role.



Arriving about fifteen minutes ahead of schedule, I took the blue ramp up three floors to reception, on the Park level, rather than using a lift. 
