Good Night

Okay,just feeling sleepy now.Good Night folks.

Radio and Books

A nice sunny but cold morning and a day in which i shall be heading of to Bluewater to do a couple of covert shops this afternoon. It is also the free lunch day at the Quays in just around an hour's time.

I slept in for awhile and then listened to the Reith Lecture on BBC radio 4. Fascinating radio as always.

Yesterday after having the lovely lunch at Cafe Rougei went around Canterbury for awhile before heading of to the supermarke visit in Herne Bay.

I wandered into Waterstones and bought this -



From a couple of charity shops i found these for less than a quid each.




Currently reading these -

Anita Brookner - Hotel Du Lac
Simon Armitage - Sir Gawain And The Green Knight
Simone de Beauvoir -Letters To Sartre
Maria Keyes -Making It Up As I Go Along

I am aiming to get a hundred read by the end of the year!

Just Wondering

Do you take vitamins? Are they regular capsules or gummies?

Have you ever taken caster oil?

Are you good at reading body language?

Have you ever seriously misread someone's body language?

Poems Of The Week

Two poems form a couple of my fave poets -


Dream Land

Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti


Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.


About His Person

Poem by Simon Armitage

Five pounds fifty in change, exactly,
a library card on its date of expiry.

A postcard stamped,
unwritten, but franked,

a pocket size diary slashed with a pencil
from March twenty-fourth to the first of April.

A brace of keys for a mortise lock,
an analogue watch, self winding, stopped.

A final demand
in his own hand,

a rolled up note of explanation
planted there like a spray carnation

but beheaded, in his fist.
A shopping list.

A giveaway photograph stashed in his wallet,
a keepsake banked in the heart of a locket.

no gold or silver,
but crowning one finger

a ring of white unweathered skin.
That was everything.

At Bluewater

I have done my two visits at Bluewater - both to with techy stuff such as laptops and tablets. Having a coffee in Pret at the moment after doing the reports here.

Lunch today was a very mild chili con carne, one beef and one vegetarian style, followed by a sticky toffee and bread and butter pudding mix with ice cream.

Tomorrow i will in Bromley doing a jewellery shop,a mobile phone shop and a perfume shop.

Good Night

After the long day it is time for the kip of night.