Uptight, teeth clenched,
Unconscious stress,
Engage tension,
Focus inwards,
Relax body,
Still mind,
Unwind.
(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved

Daisy, Daisy give me your answer do.
I’m half crazy all for the love of you.
It won’t be a stylish marriage,
I can’t afford a carriage.
But you’ll look sweet,
Upon the seat,
Of a bicycle made for two.
Michael, Micheal, here is your answer true.
I’m not crazy all for the love of you.
There won’t be any marriage,
If you can’t afford a carriage.
‘Cause I’ll be switched,
If I get hitched,
On a bicycle built for two!”
“Daisy Bell (Bicycle Built for Two)” is a popular song, written in 1892 by Harry Dacre.
Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/valentines-day-daisy-daisy-lyrics.html

When in a group, how d’you signal
Without speech, your intent to do?
Maybe barge through, loiter or queue?
Are your actions conditional?
How will others know what to do?
You may not consider such things,
But should know the heartache it brings.
For those who do, it’s social disgrace.
What a conundrum! I rest my case.
(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved

Frequent travel has instilled in me the danger of leaving my belongings unattended. I was told I could leave my things behind when we were evacuated for an emergency drill; the lounge would be locked. An internal debate resulted in me leaving them on the chair. Later on I dutifully took my stuff with me to the bathroom. When I returned a man had claimed the space I’d been sitting in, obviously a frequent visitor to the Virgin Australia lounge as he spent the next twenty minutes chatting to the bar staff about their team mate.
The plates used here are understandably on the small side to accommodate pre-flight snacks. I find it odd that full sized cutlery is used; have I fallen down a rabbit hole? Popcorn is available sensibly served with a scoop. Crisps (chips) on the other hand need to be handled with extreme dexterity when using the allotted metal tongs.

The warm stone and brick facade of St. Francis Xavier’s Cathedral contrasted against an ominous sky caught my eye during a recent visit to Adelaide, South Australia.

Once darkness had fallen the road washed with green light in front of the Cathedral reminded me of two hymns from my childhood:
The first filled me with sadness, in contrast, I always enjoyed belting out the second, have I mentioned I was a chorister until my voice broke?