I donít know how this will go, but I wonder if folks would like to trot out a bit of a story, folks just adding a bit when they want to, and just seeing where it goes and how it develops.
Well, Iíll have a bash and kick it off.
An easy elastic elevator swell placed a soft motherly palm gently on Jimís middle-aged and slumbered brow. He had been awakening for only a lifeless Gibraltar
Point minute, surfacing twenty-two miles automatic through a fathom of strong imminent black coffee as fog-later-refreshed-nine-to-ten-consciousness flickered into life within him; poor, falling rapidly.
His only motion was to lift
a silent eyelid a tenth of a millimeter, just enough to see the concerned look on his bohemian wife, Caiaís face, as the radio
announcer signed off professionally, expertly, and with a final flourish of serious garnish, from the Shipping Forecast
, and the national anthem proceeding to signal zero one hundred hours GMT.