Tread softly

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
WB Yeats
Treading thoughtfully with the apple crumble out of sight. 
A bit of an eb - I've been working madly hard all day, sending out invitations for the forthcoming exhibition in Tralee - yours is attached!
In between we've been wrestling with flights to NZ, head wrecking stuff but I think we've decided we can't face the 17 hour flight so will stop off in Singapore  - now we just have to join up the other flights and make sure we're in the right time zone - you know how easily I can get led astray. And rather infuriatingly, we have discovered, because we are ancient mature, we can only be out of the country for 35 days insurance wise. 
My brain has been severely overtaxed, I am getting my portion of apple crumble and have sent Himself ahead to find a good film.