Warmth is an essential feature of the fecundity of nature especially when combined with moistness although both can be overdone.
Overdone can be well worse than underdone, and I'm thinking of cookery, here. In other matters, less is more, with the possible exception of matters of personal finance.
Finance is a pain. I wish we had a simpler system and didn't have to think about it.
It's a long way to Tipperary, they say, but I don't know why they say that. It's a longer way to Ulan Bator.
Ulan Bator is a nice place where I've been once. But I cannot see a reason I would be back there again.
Again and again the seagulls peck their way into rubbish bags along the ramparts. I've totally fed up with them and wish for an airgun.
Airguns featured in one or two adventures I had as a young tacker - for some reason they were always fired at me. Is that a contributing factor to my 'left' wing view of the world?
Worlds away I am and yet I came across the word 'tacker' for the first time only yesterday. Coincidence or what?
What is coincidence but an augury of love? Not that it is all that reliable but it often is useful as a beginning.
Beginning the beguine...ever tried it? It is more difficult than you may think, especially if you have two left feet.
Feet, cold are meant to represent heart, warm. I don't really understand why.
Why, Frenchmen living in Marseilles have very hot and sweaty feet (well they must do, stands to reason) and yet Frenchmen have that enviable reputation as ardent lovers. But is that the same thing as being warm-hearted? Probably not, on second thoughts.
Thoughts on love are very perplexing to me. The longer I live the less i understand it.
"It" is one of the shortest words in the language consisting as it does of a mere two letters of the alphabet. I prefer long words myself because they have the capacity to conjure up images much more interesting than what are mostly prepositions and interjections.
Interjections have changed a great deal over the years. How often nowadays does one hear, "By St Berulf of Bobbio!", "Fry me!" or "Fritter my wig!"
"Wig" can be rendered as "syrup" or "Irish jig" in cockney rhyming slang.
Quite amusing in small doses, is the old CRS, and best enjoyed when it crops up unexpectedly.
Unexpectedly enough, I had goods news about a subject that was worrying me. So, I'm feeling better.
Better is good! I today won the lottery - £10 in the local hospice draw. And have been awarded a state pension of a princely £1.43 a week!
Week 10 of my employment, I found out that one of the girls I work with has an oddly situated baby toe - it's on the top of her foot, just below the next one - don't you think that's just a little strange?
Strange women often come in the pub and start eyeing me up and I get all flustered and embarrassed and I blush and start shuffling my feet and making other nervous gestures.
