As many of you know (!) from previous years it is my birthday on 28th of this month. Unfortunately we have just learned that BS's aunt's funeral is to be held on that same day in Cambridgeshire. We had planned to spend the day with a hot couple having a jolly old time. So BS has left it up to me to decide if we should go to the funeral or if we should spend the day celebrating the birthday. I told him I would sleep on it and give him an answer in the morning. So what would you do....? Be honest and if it helps BS says he really doesn't mind, it's my decision.
My DD and I had lunch together today and then sang together. Well, she sang, I just sort of warbled along with her. We sang music of the night from the Phantom:
*Let your mind start a journey
through a strange new world!
Leave all thoughts
of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you where you
long to be!*
The picture is from last week's failed attempt to see the Perseids. It is water and reflection at night.
*Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies...*
Swedish Proverb
I suppose this belongs with the quotations but I like my nettle picture and wanted it on my moblog. People, how selfish am I today?!
Hopeless Hope
Wordless Dreams and
Worn out Wishes
Although it might be more helpful if it said *Run like f*ck, bull may be in field..*
DD came home with this enormous mutant marrow. It's not that I don't like marrow, I do, but I'm the only one that does and it's humungus.
Me: Where did you get that from?
DD: Hot David gave it to me
Me: Where did he get it from?
DD: Someone gave it to him
Me: Who?
DD: A bloke with an allotment..
Just now we are inundated with vegetables from blokes with allotments. We have only just finished the runner bean mountain from Stan's allotment and don't even get me started on the quantity of ridge cucumbers I've felt forced to consume. I'm all for growing your own but really just now the growers can't give it away because there's so bloody much of it.
The Marrow of Dooom is residing on my roof terrace like a hideous voodoo charm. If anyone out there wants it, come and get it!
My lunatic Twisted Sister thinks this owl looks like Patrick Moore.
It was sitting above my head in a tree. I was more concerned with whether or not it was going to drop on me...
