What Will Be Will Be

What will be will be It was raining all day he sat morosely on the balcony, today he sits on the terrace and is still pessimistic despite sunny weather. He wants to go back to his cottage in Algarve to soak up the atmosphere of what once was say hello to the trees, birds and bees and things that annoyed him like dog crap outside his front door and the holes in the road lugging firewood, sleep under three duvet and on top of two mattresses, he is not a princess hear dogs barking in the night and feel safe. Last time he was home had forgotten the keys had to break a window inside the yard to get in, despite this, he had slept well to the choir of howling dogs, with a belly full of wine and bacalao.