the tube,
the bus.
Everything about London inspired me.
It made me want to write the most
wonderful words.
When I * eventually* got to bed last night,
I read and read lots about Dame Julie Andrews.
Apparently, the two Mount Sinai surgeons who
botched her throat surgery in 1997
settled out of court.
She got a $21 million dollar settlement.
But afterwards,
she had to spend some time in a psychiatric unit
coming to terms with it.
No wonder.
She had perfect pitch and her voice could
range five octaves.
FIVE OCTAVES!
I can't begin to imagine how the surgeons felt.
Imagine being the one responsible for
ruining that voice.
Oh my.
I fell asleep
with London still running fast and furiously
through my bloodstream,
and listening to a lady,
who although she doesn't have the
five octave range anymore~
will always be perfect to me.
A happy sigh,
in the darkness.
Dame Julie,
thank you,
thank you.
