Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Merry Christmas

...and a Happy New Year.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011


Summer started seven days ago but it sure doesn't feel like it. I'm not complaining, always preferred the cold to the heat. Not to mention the flies, the way shirts stick to ones back and how deodorants fail to stop that trickle...

Suffering in sympathy with our northern neighbours about to experience a White Christmas? Maybe...