ianpspurs
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Morning each. 'Tis dull, grey and cold here in Forest Heath which is about 180 degrees from my comfort zone. A day for marginal gains despite Brailsford being on the naughty step. LC cocoa, Fattbar muffins, working knee and sport will do for now. My treatment yesterday went smoothly with nurses originally from Italy and Greece running things perfectly; gives one pause as they say. Salmon salad was superb and I pulled off the watching a drama with JKP and the football on this trick with aplomb. MIL’s heating is now working but it wasn't the pump; it needs a full system flush which has been booked as urgent. So urgent no time has been given. Today’s poem isn’t overtly religious but is as they (who?) say, deep. Personally, December nights aren’t drear but before gas or electric lights?
https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2021/12/10/in-drear-nighted-december-by-john-keats-7/ Enjoy the poem even though there isn't an obvious volta which is fairly Keats like in my mind. Laters dudes.
https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2021/12/10/in-drear-nighted-december-by-john-keats-7/ Enjoy the poem even though there isn't an obvious volta which is fairly Keats like in my mind. Laters dudes.
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