Another gorgeous day. We’re in what is kind of the second phase of English spring: the first being daffodils everywhere, and tiny lambs in the fields, the second being the pink and white blossom on the trees lining the lanes of many of the towns and villages. I love it – I just wish it lasted longer.
Thought for the day: old people tend to leap like frightened deer into the path of oncoming traffic, then suddenly revert to an advanced state of decrepitude so they can spend five minutes tottering across the road, blocking traffic. What’s up with that?
Last night Aja, after pulling at my pants leg for a while, jumped into my lap and then onto the desk, where she stuck her face into a glass of vodka and pepsi (yeah, I know – disgusting), and then peed like a racehorse all over my desk. I was playing, and I had to ask everyone to wait for me while I ran downstairs and got her a glass of water.
Almost Friday…and I am very glad of it.