Nine Feet Underground

Started the day with a brisk walk again, which also serves as a great time for a chat with Q as I follow a reverse route today.  Reverse route because I need to post my nephew's birthday card and I don't want to carry it for the entire route. Work will be the order of the day until this evening, but in the meantime I'm going to quote this week's poem.  I read it to Q over the phone and she remarked it was the only poem she remembered from school, so I feel it deserves to be here for that reason alone.  It's by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and is called, ' How do I love thee? Let me count the ways'. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the...

When I got up the sky was quite overcast, but today has turned into something much better - there was broken sun this morning but this afternoon the sky has cleared and it's been sunny for a while now. Putting aside the boring chores, I have managed to finish 'The Time Machine', read today's Observer and finish the previous issue of The Idler, which is a result. I still have 'The Hunting Party', the current issues of The Idler and Private Eye and 'Ulysses' to read though, however I can't read all day, I'd get bored. Luckily, I think that's the right word, son #3 has been keeping me busy with questions about using the washers and driers in his uni flat not to mention telling me that the company that runs the flats is planning to take their first, hefty, payment tomorrow.  I don't think son #3 had fully grasped that when there's a pending payment you either have to have the money or an overdraft to cover it, otherwise things get nasty. ...