Oh well, Tuesday's teething troubles are behind me: The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold, as they say, and it has overturned the order of the soul.* [I am getting used to the fact of turning 60 on Tuesday gone.
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Today is poetry day, and the kids have got in on the act...
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/oct/03/national-poetry-day-live-blog
*Those words are from the Leonard Cohen song:The Future...
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P.S.
A snipit from The Guardian's 'Corrections and Clarifications column has cheered me up no end...
"A report on Mia Farrow hinting, in an interview, that her son Ronan's father may be her late ex-husband Frank Sinatra rather than her ex-partner Woody Allen (Mamma Mia - but who's the daddy?, 3 October, page 24) said Sinatra would have been 78 at the time of Ronan's conception. In fact he would have been
just 71."
That '
just' tickles me more than enough.
