I’ve been having a rather poor couple of weeks, but the sun has come out, the g-d is visiting next week and I have a couple of day’s worth of work, so I’ve perked up a bit, which rather suggests that I’m depressed for lack of occupation as much as anything else. Maybe I should get back onto the anti-depressants, though, as the excess sleeping ( Read more... )

After two days of clear skies and frost, today was cloudy and a little warmer. I got out to the park, and photographed some winter aconites, and then went to the library. Busy, busy...


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Since it is International Poetry Month, here's a poem. It's a small chunk from the very much longer and loopier "Song to David" by Christopher Smart; I was reminded of it by the polyanthuses in the cemetery. I'm not entirely sure what it is about, but it has a lovely spring-like, rather woozy, feeling that I like. I'm especially fond of the last ( Read more... )

A bit of bad news yesterday. As I had half expected, the paint analysis work seems to by drying up. The three big jobs we started when I began there in August have been finished, and the Belgravia one isn't lasting nearly as long as we'd hoped it would, so it looks as if I will have a month or so without work until something new comes up, which ( Read more... )

A relatively dull, but pleasant day, helped by a proper lie-in (until 7.30!), occupied peacefully with washing, shopping and writing irate emails to Dr Skippy about the results for last term we still don't have (gnash of teeth ( Read more... )