New Mexico

This was one of Fred’s little gems on Friday morning.  He was shouting “New Mexico” down my ear when I woke up and I had no idea what I was on about.

It turns out that its deserts are one of someone’s favourite isolated places in the world.

Strange how this psychic stuff works; at the moment it never ceases to amaze me.

I’d love to know who Rupert is; other than Rupert the Bear, it means not a thing to me.  Maybe I’ll find out in a day or two.

Keep ‘em coming Fred; I’m starting to get concerned when I don’t hear from you for a while.