I sat here thinking, hmm, maybe I should write a serious piece for a change. Pah! Who needs serious, life is too serious in every possible way with its mortgages, debts, taxes, work. So my piece about on-line shopping has now been put on the backburner 
. Grateful? Uh-huh.
Ooooo, I know, let's talk about shopping! No, football! No, shopping! No, football! No, shopping. Ha! See what I did there? Do ya? Hmm, I'm not convinced. 
C'mon folks! Let's think up, up, up not down, down, down! I know! Let's think hot air balloons! Although hot air balloons now either remind me of the story by Ian McEwan, Enduring Love (also a film) where the guy dies by trying to hold onto a balloon and as he drops to the floor his body kind of folds into itself, eeew (good book though) and it also reminds me of Richard Branson and his Virgin company. Neither of which are positive.
Lets pretend we are in a balloon. Let's pretend we are sky sailing over green pastures or cityscapes. Let's pretend the day is warm, the sun is shining, the sky is brilliant, bathroom blue, but yet some mother nature perfectly moulded bright white clouds perforate our sky. We are high above it all with not a care in the world with loved ones, friends, family, and the pet rabbit that won't stop trying to burrow in the floor of the basket. Ahh, blissful days.
Aren't cha all happy now? 