The babble of a billion digital voices, all endlessly repeating the same things, has finally sent me to sleep. I shall drift off into the velvet darkness comforted by the words of that great philosopher and posh frock maker, Coco Chanel, who said “To achieve great things, we must first dream!”
So I shall dream gnome’ish dreams of sunlit hours filled with laughter and flowers and while I slumber the world will keep on turning without me. I haven’t gone away, I’m just asleep.
Who knows, I may wake some some bright morning soon filled with a renewed desire to tilt at windmills here. I’ve deleted all of my old posts and left just this for old-times sake, like a fading flower pressed between the pages of time.
You can always give me a poke if you need me. Of course I can’t guarantee I won’t be grumpy, because gnomes sometimes are when they wake up, but I promise I won’t mind ..:)
The Gnome