The discussion among the women queuing in the corner shop this morning was all about what gifts their husbands had bought them, and how those who hadn’t would be suffering the consequences.
None of them had any intention of giving presents themselves –ya no estoy enamorada-, said one, and the luncheon meat, cheap frankfurters and processed cheese in her basket confirmed that she wasn’t planning to cook a special Valentine’s meal, either.
Continue reading “mid February”
While everyone else has been focusing on the year of the ox, I think this little one already has years worth celebrating.
(The years/ears pun works rather better when spoken in a strong Welsh accent than it does in writing.)
So yesterday was “Blue Monday“. And I missed it.
Well, I didn’t exactly miss it. I was certainly here, and feeling fairly blue, too, but I didn’t realise till I read the news this morning that it was officially the most depressing day of the year.
We had the weather for it here, all right, with the cold accompanied by the kind of fine rain that gets into everything. Continue reading “blue monday; hopeful tuesday”
No, not pedigree, but perigee, apparently.
Last night’s full moon was the biggest of 2009 – or, to put it another way, the moon passed closest to the earth yesterday on its eliptical orbit, making the full moon appear bigger than it will again during the year ahead.
Nasa have waxed poetic on the subject –
Continue reading “pedigree moon?”
It’s sad, isn’t it? that I should be writing a blog entry at 11:30pm on New Year’s Eve. Actually, it’s only indicative of the fact that the dinner isn’t cooked yet and I meant to do this hours ago and didn’t get a-round-tuit.
Maybe it’s just as well the day is going to be slightly longer than other days as there is so much to do. 24 hours is simply not enough, though that’s what the clock in the photo (at Greenwich) offers:
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