Forgot to say that my letter of complaint to South Central Trains yielded a written apology and £10 of rail travel vouchers.
Another amazingly simple yet fiendishly difficult game can be found here. I’ve yet to win at this one.
Hmm. I see the Inland Revenue has caught up with my new business already. There is no escape.
I’m sure you are all wondering why my post frequency is down on its normal level. Well, it’s just sheer workload I’m afraid. I did a presentation on Thursday evening that meant I didn’t get home until well after 10pm. And last night I was out putting up (illegal) signs to promote my forthcoming plant fair in East Sussex and Kent, and didn’t get back until gone 7pm, working in and driving through absolutely foul weather.
Today, I am in the office again, as there is a lot of work here to be done (nursery stuff), but hopefully tomorrow and Monday I’ll be able to take a bit of time to do some PFE work. My horoscope urges caution when making large purchases, which is timely, as I’ll be ordering a laptop this weekend, most likely from Dell.
Beer and cocktails last night with Lord Percy, Lady Bren, Helen N, Helen, Sarah, Paul, Kearn, DA, Hamish and Ruth.
In a Lord Percy-quality humour moment this morning, I got an envelope from the bank with a PIN number in it marked "tear along dotted lines", so I put it on the floor and ran up and down over it.
You had to be there. Or not.
Sorry. Been quiet. Been very busy. Now cooking dinner, then heading to the pub. More tomorrow.
I still love you. Obviously. Don’t forget that.
Thoughts with Brian and Julia and the whole blogging family today.
Me, in the shower this morning:
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there.
She would meringue, and do the cha-cha.
And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar.
Across the crowded floor, they worked from eight til four,
They were young and they had each other,
Who could ask for more?….
At the Copa, Copa Cobana.
The hottest spot north of Havana.
At the Copa, Copa Cobana…
Music and passion were always the fashion…
At the Copa….
They fell in love….
His name was Ricco, he wore a diamond.
He was escorted to his chair, and saw Lola dancing there.
When she finished, he called her over.
But Ricco went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar.
And then the punches flew, and chairs were smashed in two.
There was blood and a single gun shot,
But just who shot who?
Her name is Lola, she was a show girl.
But that was thirty years ago when they used to have a show,
Now it’s a disco, but not for Lola.
Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair.
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind.
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony,
now she’s lost her mind!…
Don’t fall in love….
"Why?", I ask you.