Wringer

Very tired now and thus time for bed I think. It has been a long day and a resolutely defining day in which I have been through the emotional wringer.Tomorrow we will be going to the cinema.

Sneeze

Oh dear, it looks like I have a cold coming. I have been sneezing quite alot yesterday and this morning. Time to raid the medicine cabinet for remedies.

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Plus De Livres ,Merci

Took some cold tablets, just in case it gets to become a full blown cold, and thus stem it before it does!

Popped into central Seaford with GC , as she had some errands to do, and whilst she was in one of the banks, i perused the charity shops and found couple of books for less than fifty pence in total. My beady eye spotted them straight away. These are -



A very short French novel, and



Charles Lamb - Essays (Folio Society 1963), the slipcase is a bit tatty but the books is in excellent condition.

The weather is dull and overcast. It has been raining and currently overcast. Perhaps, the perfect day to go the cinema which we shall do this afternoon at the Duke of York cinema in Brighton.

Rivalry

This is the best Bitstrip on Facebook so far.... as we both do covert shops.

Poem Of the Week

A miserably wet day , cold and unlike Spring so to cheer myself up, a poem from the book of poems I have been reading today.

Spring by Christina Rossetti



Spring

Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.

Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.

There is no time like Spring,
When life's alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track--
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack,--
Before the daisy grows a common flower,
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour.

There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by:
There is no life like Spring-life born to die,--
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing;
There is no time like Spring that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.