My Dragon Scales …

… are falling off by the hundreds in this dry winter air.

Thought of that because her ladyship Dragon was snorkling away this morning. Looked so cute, I went back to bed. Co-worker William used to call his ex ‘The Dragon’ and told many many stories about her exploits. Never to be forgotten, his terms if endearment live on these many years later.

I am getting used to dragon-life. Surely the children (under 30 – never trust anybody under 30) see me as a great smoking flaming scaly spiked beast. And its partly true. Increasingly so. One must learn to accept nature. And one must learn to wear the scales on pride.

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