The more observant amongst you may realise that I deleted a previous post entited These Things. This was written under the influence of too much vino and having edited it twice on account of typos I finally acknowledged the fact it was twaddle. Given an author's mighty ego the writing of twaddle, sober or drunk, is a hard thing to admit to. Alas, it is too often the case and as such deserves only the attention of the delete button. Phew! Erased. If only life were as simple. Mistakes? What mistakes? Show me these mistakes? No? But there are bodies buried everywhere...
Before I go off on another rudderless methaphor, however, I will pause to sip my tea and eat my toast. There. That's better.
It's two days after Christmas and I have new socks. More importantly I've started Ocellus part two. Part one is at large on authonomy.com and with part two (working title) I hope to fill in a lot of the gaps. That I'll probably just create a whole blamange of new gaps is a given, but then I'm fond of things that wobble.