In Shakespearean vein, it's Spring. I don't know what time it hits your part of the world, but here the last frost may now be over (possibly), the first early potatoes (Rocket) are well on their way, and the second earlies (Saxon) are just beginning to show. The tulips are just going over, and we await the roses. It's all fairly unremittingly jolly.
Does this cheer up the worried job-hunter? (see previous pages). Yes, it does, but for no logical reason whatsoever. On Saturday we got off our respective rears, and drove out to a place called Hellifield, which looks a bit like its name. Hellifield, in case you don't know it, is a bleak and ribbon of housing strung along a road in the middle of nowhere. It's the only place twinned with Krakatoa.
Anyway, on this Spring day, it positively twinkled in the sunlight, and looked almost pleasant.
What' sthe moral of this little tale? Well, maybe perception is a part of reality. Gouranga.
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