The sun was so high and the skies,  so blue over Brighton today,  it could almost have been summer.  Well,  yeah,  until you went out the door that is,  for it may have been lovely to look out,  to gaze up into the wide blue yonder,  however it was blisteringly cold.    I was putting the laundry out to dry on the washing line and almost froze my little digits off,  putting up the sheets and duvet cover.  Gosh  it was bitter,  not much wind,  but cold, cold cold,  so  cold in fact that as soon as my washing was all pegged on the line I rushed inside and made myself a hot frothy cappuccino! 

I had a right good old nosh up round at Mo's,  she does like to give guest large portions when she cooks and today was no exception.  I am now twice the size I was when I first went round there!    Still  it was nice to sit,  in the conservatory,  gently rocking to and forth (in her ricking chairs!)  chattering away like a couple of old maids,  sipping our red wine.   There is one thing wrong with drinking red wine at lunch time,  that is -  one bottle is never enough,  but two seems a little greedy and decadent.   Oh well,  I guess we were a tad greedy and decadent then, as two bottles slipped down rather easily!




Lunch time turned to afternoon and afternoon turned to evening,  love afternoons like that,  that just drift onward, slowly merging into one long blur.  We chewed the fat, set the world to rights and compared tales of how age was addling our minds,  how words seem to miss our sentences,   getting fuddled and muddled,  but that's just the natural evolution of the human being.  That's getting old!




I spoke to Duane today,  the poor lad was walking down West Street the other night,  wasn't looking down,  and stepped on a bit of glass, that  went right through his sneaker,  into his foot.   Ouch would have been the word,  loads of blood poured out,  some passing girls on the street freaked and called an ambulance, that took him to hospital,  as ambulances tend to do,  where the doctors (that's them in the white coats) pulled the glass out,  it had it an artery and the lad is lucky to be alive now!   Plus he's got a nice gash in the bottom of his foot -  or to put it another way -  he's got a wholly soul!   (Actually that sounded funnier in my head -  written down it looks silly and dumb!)  Heel up soon Duane,  I know sorry,  bad pun,  but   you're recover soon if you put your best foot forward!
  




I'm going to leave you now,  before I get arrested by the comedy police for exposing you to dangerous puns,  but just before I pop off,  here's a lovely bit of entertainment.  That lovely Christopher Dallman has made a stonkingly good video of his sweet, mournful and melodic tune Ghosts.  You've just gotta check it out,  the moodiness of the song is matched by the stark and expressive black and white of the video.  It captures your imagination as well as the mood and movement of the tune masterfully.