There was this day in my life when I went into a dream. I thought of lovely Rita when she was just about leaving home. She said you behave like being sixty-four, fixing a hole in the sky and dreaming of nothing but Lucy in the sky with diamonds. I said Good Morning, good morning, nothing will come between us. She said Life goes on within you, but without you. Then she left for the benefit of Mr. Kite.
I woke up. With a little help from my friends and listening to Sgt. Pepper I was getting better and better.
-- BN 2. Juni 2007