Bells Ring, Ting a Ling a Ling Ling

The world is beautiful right now.

One day is bright and crisp and clear; the sea is bluest blue, and stretches as far as the eye can see. The next day, the clouds cover the blue sky, and the breeze blows the remaining leaves from the trees.

For November, it's warm. Warmer than May was!

I stepped from the car on the way home this evening and the street was lit by the light of the moon. The stars, and Jupiter were blinking in the sky, and the air had a slight nip.

Si and I stopped off in Morrisons for a few bits and pieces, and as we wandered down the car park aisle in the moonlight, I was suddenly struck by the fact that as he was carrying a large box of cat food in both arms, I could quite easily grab his slouchy pants and pull them down to his ankles.

I giggled with glee at the prospect, but then contemplated the speed at which he would be able to drop the box, sort his trousers, and then grab me in a headlock.

I thought then, maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea.