Good Morning Everyone . . . nice to see you here again . . .
Well, "the snow has gone and in its wake, rain 'pon rain our thirst to slake" as the poet said - huge prizes for guessing which poet; you can even google it! - and yet another gob of gray squats on rooftops and makes the business of life just that little bit harder to deal with, don't you think?
Plans for today - when I finally extract myself from the library - include a very exciting date with twenty-year old Rosie who will be accompanying me as I visit the Hall of the Mounting Thrill to do the OD's shopping; she still doesn't feel up to venturing out following her foolish fall in the now departed snow and so I am there in her stead . . .after I have safely seen young Rosie home I am to Nero to meet up with Sister Cate for the long-awaited Muffin and Green Tea extravaganza which is set to become something of a rarity soon as one of my main nude ear revolutions is a drastic reduction in the amount of sweetness passing my lips . . . one does wonder exactly what will be left to sacrifice soon as practically all of the pleasures of the flesh are no-no's now . . . ah me! The life of the ascetic, eh! It is very reminiscent of the old story of how giving up such practices as drinking, smoking, eating sweets etc doesn't actually make you live longer, it just seems that way!
Anyhow, that is the plan and I will, full of hope, try and stick to it . . . I was going to write "hopefully" then but I have a sneaking suspicion that it is in some way incorrect usage; pardon me for one moment whilst I check that one out . . . Ah! look at this from someone called Lizz Shepherd: