That Way Doth Madness Lie

I had a lovely morning catching up with friends whom I haven’t seen for more than a year. It was such a damp miserable morning that socialising was the way forward.

Saint Anthony has been no help at all today in helping me find those greetings cards from HL which I so carefully saved from the huge pile of assorted cards I had amassed over the years. However, having exhausted all possible storage spots, I have come to the sad conclusion that I must have thrown them out with all the others. My mind is a complete blank about what I did with them.

It is also a blank about where my favourite Fairisle Gloves are, as I haven’t needed them for a while and now they are nowhere to be seen. These losses coming only a fortnight after I lost my bus pass (although it was found in the office of my financial guru) make me wonder if I am going demented, or can it be excused on the grounds of having to juggle too many things all at once. Even if that is an excuse, it doesn’t find me the cards or the gloves.

To get some fresh air and respite from sorting through a load of clutter in various drawers, I had a walk round the environs, liking the way the setting sun caught the Salisbury Crags and the buildings at Borough Loch in a golden glow against a gun metal grey sky.