Somewhere over the rainbow …….. I’ve put my bloody meds, but only Dorothy or maybe the Wizard of Oz himself knows where. Half an hour of fruitless searching then I find them, cunningly trying to camouflage themselves in my paints.
Don’t you just love my rainbow pill box? My favourite niece bought it for me at Christmas. It makes them feel less threatening somehow and more like sweets – I wish!
Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me……
I wondered where I was, I’m losing everything these days even myself.
If only I’d been condemned to a lifetime of swallowing lemon drops or dolly mixtures twice a day, on the dot, without fail (??) But look on the bright side, I would probably be very, very fat by now and the government would have me locked up for being obese – don’t laugh it’s getting that way here in England. Sugar is now being banned along with other delights that make life worth living, like bacon butties, binge drinking i.e. the odd glass of wine, smoking of course and even e cigs.
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there’s a land that I heard of……
Where everything pleasureable wasn’t forbidden and David let’s take all the pleasure out of life Cameron wasn’t the Prime Minister.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true………..
Just keep taking the meds!
