Nothing To Write About…
It is true. I have nothing of interest that is blog-worthy. So instead of reading about me, I will leave you all with the lyrics to the delightful Beatles tune, Octopus’s Garden, as sung by Ringo Starr:
I’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’s garden in the shade,
He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been, in his octopus’s garden in the shade.
I’d ask my friends to come and see an octopus’s garden with me.
I’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’s garden in the shade.
We would be warm below the storm in our little hide-a-way beneath the waves.
Resting our head on the sea bed in an octopus’s garden near a cave.
We would sing and dance around because we know we can’t be found.
I’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’s garden in the shade.
We would shout and swim about the coral that lies beneath the waves.
Oh what joy for every girl and boy knowing they’re happy and they’re safe.
We would be so happy, you and me, no-one there to tell us what to do,
I’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’s garden with you.
