Thursday

9th April

Yeah from out of that clear blue Corona Sky (meaning from a great height) things must look so much different. They would almost make sense.

One cluster of creepily crawling black mattered tiny spots attacking another...

(Jesus people I do not even dare to say the word no more...no offence to who ever but from a distance every crowd looks like countless little black insects... BLACK as in the neutral description of the colour (shade) not the impact of existing pigmentation and the result of it's addition in a persons skin).

A bit like fighting fire with fire really.

From up there we do all look black and we are all tiny. So what.

Maybe the freaked out human race should generally remember that more often. Things might start to brighten up.

Meanwhile down here I actually came to play tennis.. and yes the at home version did involve a wall, well the one of my mums garage and some of her flowerpots that unfortunatly found themselves a little misplaced on it's windowsill ...

...ok.. only trying to adapt to the situation... looks a bit like ideal conditions have gone to where the planes and the plans went.

So actually the whole thing turned into something like " Shot the Pot".

Nice alternative to "hit the pit" think I am geting to old for that.

Even found my old rackets.

Can't believe my Dad actually made me play them....

He still does today... Real torture instruments. So heavy... I think I had blisters.

And yes I am talking about rackets not records!!!! Once and for all!