Monday

Some weekends are more relaxing than others - and today it would have been fairly easy to roll over and go back to sleep when the alarm sounded. Ah well, only a few more days before the next weekend - and we're looking forward to it because we're staying in at The Big House (I don't think it's only M's second home!!!!) on Friday and Saturday nights. But let's not wish away a perfectly good week - especially since it's a birthday week! There's much to prepare and much to do ... the guests are invited, the cake is organised, the decorations are in hand, M has been told Mouse wants her to dress up for it, I've been breaking in my orange (apricot?) shoes which I will wear in public for the first time (and hopefully it won't be as big a shock to their system as I suspect it will be to mine).

ROM is not yet back and the grass is getting longer. The small patch of grass I didn't get to last week is now no longer discernible - the other grass has caught up with it. This always amazes me - if grass grows at the same rate - why isn't that patch the same length longer than the cut grass? Is it like dust -it doesn't get any thicker after four years - now - who was it that said that? Quentin Crisp comes to mind but that could be very wrong. Actually, it's almost right ... according to Wikipedia (knows all/sees all) he moved to New York in the early 1980's and lived, as ever, alone in a one room apartment which he famously never cleaned. "After four years," he quipped, "you don't notice the dust."