As I went out one morning...

Yesterday morning in fact. I couldn't stay in. The news about Ched Evans' potential return to football, and the ridiculous remarks by Sheffield supporters brought me down, and I just wanted to leave again. So I just closed the door behind me, my intention being to go far, Scotland maybe...silly really, the news would be the same there. Sense returned quickly and instead I popped down to Greenwich, to the Naval Colleges and the Queen's House, the park and the river and the observatory. It was pleasant. I walked my bad mood away.

The news about Robin Williams has impacted me more deeply than I realised but to talk about why simply brings back the sorrow, so I won't. A neighbour is playing some very sweet music this morning, and I'll just let that seep in and gladden my soul. It's hard, writing today. I am not sad, not really. But RW is still on my mind. Strange, how strangers can be important.

Zoomo!

None of this mucking around mularky with molosaurus, not after last time...Tuesday's the day. I explained that the top had fallen off it, but they told me to come in anyway. Apparently they have magnifying glasses to see the roots of the thing. Ewww! Roots!