Read this poem at Nan's "Letters from a Hill Farm" this morning.
Made me smile. Guess I'm boring. But I am at Peace and really Happy.
Excerpts from "Being Boring" by Wendy Cope from "If I Don't Know"
If you ask me "what's new"
I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I'm content with the way things are going.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past.
Tears of passion. I've used up a tankful.
No news is good new, and long may it last.
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for.
If you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and listen and drink a bit more.
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire.
I have added this "I guess I will just have to go on being boring"
Guess that says it all.