Someone shifted the still point…

Meanwhile I have a list of domestic matters to attend to, including deciding what cake to make for tomorrow night’s visitors, and finding my copy of H.H. Munro’s ‘The Unbearable Bassington’ for Gerry’s wide reading. Earlier today I watched some videos on youtube on Verdun and thought about sleeping comfortably in one’s bed and reading in the papers the next day that ‘the line still held’. (Verdon–from Verdun–is one of my family names). And I solved a little musical problem about an operatic piece for a stressed colleague as well. It’s raining again. So that’s perfect. I have Talking Heads on, singing ‘same as it ever was’, which may or may not be the case. I simply can’t tell.