Good Afternoon dear friends and welcome to another slice of cheesy cake from yours truly . . . would, you like some tea?
And what a curious day it has been! For reasons too tedious and tiresome to trouble your delicate sensibilities with, I was forced to abandon my plans to go to Liverpool today which has caused a little bit of a feeling of disappointment to settle over me - not unlike the layer of dust which was present in my life until I got the vacuum out about an hour ago . . . and so with be-snuffled nose and throat just turning to razor I met up with Sister Cate again under the roof of Nero and tried to summon up the positivity that green tea and a lemon and poppy muffin surely must bring to us all . . . but to little avail . . . and then, it being a Saturday it was of course off to the stately pile and afternoon delights with the OD who was on fine form and full of amusing tales as per usual . . .
But . . . what exactly is it? I feel somewhat . . . distant I suppose; I feel as though it should snow, as though it should be Winter already . . . I feel like I am wrapped in the Snow Queen's cloak with a sliver of the mirror in my heart . . . too cold . . . too cold . . .
I daresay it is merely another shivery being taking over my body again; not ghost or spirit but virus or bacteria and also maybe a soupcon of tiredness - being all down to my age of course, but the result is that I feel - as some great wordsmith once said - yuk!
Sal is, of course, none to impressed by this and regards anything less that total activity on my part as a sign of slacking and lack of moral fibre - it is however, a different waggy tale when the rain is falling and my sugar-sweet companion suddenly is afraid of melting, preferring instead to lounge lizard like around the house waiting for treats to land before her nose . . . hmmm! There is a definite inequality here - why am I not surprised?
Popping a Victory V in my mouth and snurching a nasal cavity full of decongestant I carry on regardless - for, like our colonial cousins postal system
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds
(which I read now was never the creed of the US Postal system as such, merely an inscription of a NY Post office and was evidently copied from the ancient messengers of the Persian Empire . . . well, well, well! ) - I must not fail in my duty to deliver unto the word of me . . . even though it be fractured and nonsensical and unworthy of the attention of your beautiful innocent eyes, so mote it be!
But look, the sun is setting and I must shortly away to a far far better place . . . for, ague-ridden as I am, I must to Tesco and therein of foodstuffs find in the Aisle of Nuthinsfree . . . and so, rather than force yourselves to read more of this rubbish than is absolutely necessary, I'd toddle off and do something far less boring if I were you . . . maybe write your own blog and fill it with really interesting and pertinent stuff or maybe spend a few moments reflecting on how lucky you are, especially by not being burdened with being me!
So I will go now, lay down my non-existent pen, blot my portrait of a landscape and wish you all an exceptionally fine eve
'til next time
Be Seeing You !