When the night is long and lonely
and the road it seems too long
and it seems that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
rememeber, that somewhere
deep beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the suns love
will blossom to the Rose.
Love is for all of us. We just have to find the Rose.
Phoning an o845 number , which i think is premium rate, just to speak to my bank, going through 4 menus, still needing to speak to a human being (!) and sitting on hold for 20 mins whilst constantly being told that I am moving up the queue!