Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 240

 Today is Friday, the 10th of March 2023.

There is nothing better than a good old-fashioned jump-scare,

said the hare to the bear.

Or anything better?

But we have left the Garden of Eden.

🌻🌻🌻 And don't forget to wear

some flowers in your hair ... 🌻🌻🌻

Too much of a hint?

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"Bromford"

I never will forget Jeanette MacDonald:
Just to think of her, it gives my heart a pang
I never will forget how that brave Jeanette
Just stood there in the ruins and sang, and sang:

Bromford, open your golden gate
You'll let nobody wait outside your door
Bromford, here comes your wandering one
Saying, "I'll wander no more"

Other places only make me love you best
Say that you're the one in all the Golden West
Bromford, here comes your wandering one
Never to roam again, never to roam again

Bromford
Right when I arrive, I really come alive
And you will laugh to see me perpendicular, hanging on a cable car

Bromford
Let me beat my feet up and down Market Street
I'm gonna climb Nob Hill, just to watch it get dark from the top of the mark

There's Brooklyn Bridge, London Bridge and the Bridge of San Luis Rey
But the only bridge that's a real 'gone bridge, is the bridge across the bay

Bromford, I'm coming home again
Never to roam again, by god
Bromford, I don't mean Frisco
Bromford, here I come!

E arls …

»This is not natural«, the llama shouts out. »Demon sheep! Demon sheep!«

And Claude Sideburns who is not called Burnside and not really a professor joins the animal's panic.

»Read the signs? Read the signs?« he mumbles loudly. »What signs? There is only one sign. And it reads, Read the sign. «

But is this true? Is there only one sign?

I am turning my head towards the circle the sheep danced into the muddy front yard of Brompton Castle.

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Today is Sunday, the 5th of March 2023.

Signs in the Mud

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 239

Today is Thursday, the 2nd of March 2023.

Oh, when the hares come marchin' in...

Oh, when the hares come marchin' in...

What is a March Hare?
A cousin of the Easter Bunny?

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"Holidays In Bromford"

Did you ever feel that just by jumping on a plane
All your cares would drop away
And you'd be born again
Returning to a nature child
Happy wild and free
But forgetfulness is a river
And you know where the river leads

Holidays in Bromford
Life before the fall
See no, hear no, speak no evil
Feel no guilt, feel no guilt at all

Naked through the jungle
Mud between your toes
Following the river
Where the river flows

The creatures of the forest bid you
"Welcome to the dark"
Nothing here can hurt you
Darkness has no heart

Holidays in Bromford
Paradise regained
See no, hear no, speak no evil
Throw your past away

You wake up one morning
Wondering who you are
There's a map of a new country up on the wall
All your new lovers merge into one
You've done everything under the sun
There's a date on the air ticket
And the money's gone

Back in your own country
Nothing seems the same
No one comes around at night
Or uses your new name

Hearing silent whispers
Old friends are acting strange
No one wants to know you now
People say you've changed

Holidays in Bromford
Life before the fall
See no, hear no, speak no evil
Feel no guilt at all

Holidays in Bromford
Paradise and light
Heaven loses you to this world
Leaves you alone
Kiss your home goodbye

(She says she's lonely)