There must be a reason for raindrops to fall.
There must be a reason why mountains are tall.
And why are the stars in the sky?
There must be a reason why.

There must be a reason for rivers to flow.
For beautiful trees and flowers to grow.
And why have the birds wings to fly?
There must be a reason why.

The changes from season to season,
The dawning that brings the new day.
These wonders mist all have a reason,
It was intended that way.

There must be a reason for falling in love,
It must have been planned up in Heaven above.
And why are we so much in love, you and I?
There must be a reason why.

The changes from season to season,
The dawning that brings the new day.
These wonders mist all have a reason,
It was intended that way.

There must be a reason for falling in love,
It must have been planned up in Heaven above.
And why are we so much in love, you and I?
There must be a reason why.
There must be a reason why.

Thursday 17th May.

Friday 18th May.

Gone but not forgotten, that's the sort of day it's been today.

This hardy(?) Scots rose gave in to the gales along with much of the lilac, the rhododendrons, the exochorda macrantha, and others that I don't know the name off, at least it's not too bad with the rose there are hundreds of new buds just waiting to pop out.

To make things worse I have just spoken to a friend in Majorca, she is trying to keep in the shade as it's over 70 degrees.

Wish that I was in Majorca.

WIFE: What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?

HUSBAND: Definitely not!

WIFE: Why not - don't you like being married?

HUSBAND: Of course I do.

WIFE: Then why wouldn't you remarry?

HUSBAND: Okay, I'd get married again.

WIFE: You would? (with a hurtful look on her face).

HUSBAND: (makes audible groan).

WIFE: Would you live in our house?

HUSBAND: Sure, it's a great house.

WIFE: Would you sleep with her in our bed?

HUSBAND: Where else would we sleep?

WIFE: Would you let her drive my car?

HUSBAND: Probably, it is almost new

WIFE: Would you replace my pictures with hers?

HUSBAND: That would seem like the proper thing to do.

WIFE: Would she use my golf clubs?

HUSBAND: No, she's left-handed.

WIFE: - - silence - -

HUSBAND: F**k

"No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began"

From, Leisure, by W H Davies,