Spare a thought for us little Lil, sitting on your cloudy sill, watching us all sad and mournful, thinking, just a little scornful-“hey why are you all down like this, I’m still the same, although I’m missed. You loved me then, you love me still, no more tears, just laughter till we meet again only God knows when,so exercise a bit more ‘zen’. Think of me all singing all prancing, being silly,’ karaoke dancing.’-that was me with all my faults, so cheer up now, or eat my shorts”. dear Lil, Until we meet again, all together, in the house of gods forever. x Marie.