The valley spread out before me. From high up this end, I could see all the way down to the old weir. Beyond it, behind a stand of eucalypts, stood my grandparents house, the place where I grew up.
When I woke up this morning, I couldn't find my happy trousers so I had to put on my grumpy pants instead. I didn't want to put them on, They're scratchy and itchy And make me cranky.
Your grasp of my logic is limited by the effort required for you to listen and not simply hear the sounds coming out of my mouth. I’m not here tomorrow; the show ends today.