March 1st- so I'm going to behave like it's Spring. I had my coffee on the patio, I had hobnobs. We bought the hobnobs for our coffee party yesterday- and our guests had one each, and one of their little dogs had one too and I'm eating the rest. I don't care for biscuits but I make an exception for hobnobs- which are a less fancy kind of flapjack.
We didn't know our guests all that well- one of them (they're partners) hardly at all- but it turns out we agree about almost everything. Damn it, they even listen to Kryon- and I thought we were the only people in the UK who knew about him. One thing we diverge on is football. They support Man U and we don't support anybody....
One meets the people one needs to meet- at the right time- in the right place...
Soon I will need to start planting all the bulbs we bought a month ago.
By the way, it's my contention that Shakespeare's "It was a lover and his lass"- from which I've pinched a line for today's heading- is his parody and piss-take of the often vacuous "pop" songs of his day. "Hey ding-a-ding-ding- sweet lovers love the Spring"; I mean, really! I refuse to believe he had a straight face when he launched that jingle upon the world.
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