More nonsense

Such a virtuous morning, even moving the sofa and sooking up the fluff. Some amount of fluff too. If area is measured in terms of football pitches, and height in multiples of double decker buses, fluff must be measured in belly buttonfulls. I reckon there were easily one thousand bbfs nestling under there. Yeuch. Then I snekked the remaining Christmas tree fronds for the fire.
Fired by virtue, I slung a leg over and headed to the Cameo to see Loving; a good hearted, decent film with a solid story. What an antidote to these days. Days when there was belief in progress, rationality and the rule of law. And that's without considering the huge choice of household soaps which were easily available.
Home at full speed and in a blur.
Veggie curry wolfed, out to the diggeries and a decent crew including the large William who promises he'll give the boaty club a talk next winter on breakwater design! And F has been at creative writing class, the sneaky cove. We'll be queuing up to read it, whatever it is. Probably the history of Alexander Dennis buses. Actually, I could write that, I've heard him talk about them so often. Once upon a time...