w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:

"Ah, seasons change with the scenery, weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me at any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime."

Simon and Garfunkel: "A hazy shade of winter"
From the album: "Bookends"

First album I ever bought, that one. At fifteen, I was working in the school holidays at a factory (I was a rear chassis panel builder, believe it or not) and a fellow student colleague was waxing lyrical about the new S&G record. So, out of my weekly wages of £5 17s 6d I bought it. Unheard. Which pretty much characterised the way I bought most records from then on.

Anyway. Saturday hosted an almost surprise birthday party for Mrs.D's new boss-to-be.

We elected to supply The Cake by way of a present and got one of those where you can have a photo burned onto a sheet of icing paper and transferred onto the cake. Trouble was, the only one I had of him was on my moby, so I had to e-mail it to my Flickr site, then download it back to the laptop and fiddle with it in Photoshop to get a printable version which they then scanned in for the transfer.

At 6:30 a.m.

Good job he loved it.

And non-gardeners that we are, we spent the whole day yesterday communing with Mother Nature via mowers, strimmers, shears and secateurs to get the patches of grass-covered earth which we call lawns semi-presentable for Mrs.D's leaving dinner party (at which I will be waiting, in best bib and tucker.)

Because I don't want to be mithering with it all next week, as I shall be mainly trying to get some extra kip in, in readiness for the Moonwalk.

Did I mention I was doing that?

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