Weekend in the Rain

This weekend saw us visiting tempest-torn Brum to see the new home of chums Anne and Dan. The nest is decorated in a warm light chocolate colour with wooden floorboards and cream touches; One can snuggle on a sofa and feel that one is floating in a walnut whip; it's very nice and comforting, especially to a sick ween like myself, for I assure you I was of no earthly use to anybody. I sneezed, I rasped, I blew, and I was even less coherent than usual. So perhaps going to Berkeley Castle to watch jousting in turbulent weather was not wise.

( Kniggets in the Rain; who ate all the pies? )

( Singing in the Rain: Medieval Babes )

And now? Now I can't breathe, and therefore can't sleep, which is why I am writing this nonsense. All I have to add is thanks to Dan and Anne for a splendid time, the realisation once again that I love Tim Burton's film 'Big Fish,' and the observation that even as a parody, 'Down With Love,' is a dismal failure.