Shoes ...

Apparently, I am the proud owner of forty-two and a half Pairs of shoes. (I know this because I counted 'em ... Yes I am a little bored, why do you ask ?)

/sniff/

 No, I have no idea what's going on with the half either ...

 But my 'Good Angel' was asking me W.T.F. do I need with 42 pairs of shoes (and a half), whilst my 'Bad Angel' pointed out to me that I should probably get a new pair for work ... oh and winters here so maybe some (more) cute boots ...

Welcome to 'Shoe Shopping Saturday'

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but ... I like it ... alot

‎"Homosexuality is found in over 450 species. Homophobia is found in only one. Which one seems unnatural now ?"

Home Thoughts From Abroad ...

A quiet Sunday morning listening to a compilation CD whilst wrestling with learning the intricacies of MYSQL.

Clifford T Ward sings 'Home thoughts from Abroad' and for perhaps the thousandth time I hear the line ...

'Home Thoughts From Abroad is such a beautiful Poem'




And ... He was right ... it really is

Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!

And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge -
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower
- Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!

Robert Browning


(And the song was damn neat too)

Have a nice Sunday ... whoever ... wherever ...

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