Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 30 November 2014
I had a dream that the Pope was my best mate last night. We were hanging around in some back yard, kicking tin cans around and smoking cigarettes. I remember thinking how fortunate I was to have such an influential friend.
The fruitfulness bit is pretty much over now, but there is a thick mist hanging over the hills in Bath. I have been enjoying all the weather since the end of Summer including the rain, surprisingly. Just so long as it isn't like last year's three feet which fell on Somerset.
I suggested a long walk to H.I. just now, and she pulled a sour face. It will be dark in a couple of hours anyway, so I suggested that I design this year's Christmas card, and she pulled a sweet face. Right second time. Not bad for a Sunday in this household.
Just to brighten up John's day, above is a photo of a pair of late 17th century candlesticks I have just bought quite cheaply!