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Living on the Edge 175; Excess Baggage

Hello Everybody, how are you? Spring has arrived outside my window! Such a relief. Just as I begin to think Spring may have forgotten to turn up, she switches all the lights on, smiles broadly and magically wakes everything up. Making me feel guilty for ever doubting her…

Over on the table the little houses are appreciating the warmth and one of them is on to pastures new, but if anyone asks don’t say you know anything. Least said soonest mended and all that…

Living on the Edge 175; Excess Baggage…

Bernard had booked himself the hot air balloon flight ages ago but, as is the way of these things, it had been postponed many times due to adverse weather conditions and once because of a wayward flock of swans.

But today the wind had dropped, the rain had ceased and there wasn’t a single wisp of fog anywhere to be found. Dangling elegantly beneath the magnificent spectacle that was the balloon, Bernard had sailed up into the ether until his neighbours became specks on the earth’s chequered tablecloth.

Back on the ground the others watched jealously. Bernard always had the most fun and they had never once been invited to join him. But why would he? They were always moaning and griping and looking for the downside and taking that kind of heaviness on board a balloon simply didn’t make sense. They were yet to understand that part of the jigsaw though…

What Bernard had chosen not to mention was that he had no intention of returning. Not ever… xxx