In a weird frame of mind tonight (not unusually). I simultaneously feel like having a long hot slow bath, dancing a very energetic polka in a ballroom filled with twirling gowns and smiling gentlemen, eating five bars of chocolate and having a great big hysterical cry. For no reason whatsoever...
I suppose my somewhat stressful day has had some bearing on these emotions... at about 2pm my brain gave up all hope of being useful to me and went on holiday somewhere, probably to equatorial Africa, leaving me to struggle alone with a handful of glorious but enthusiastic children.
Now I shall go and watch box set tv episodes and eat brownies, when I should be studying.
"How different it all would have been, I could not help but reflect, if this girl had been the sort of girl one chirrups cheerily to over the telephone and takes for spins in the old two-seater. In that case, I would simply have said, 'Listen,' and she would have said, 'What?' and I would have said, 'You know Gussie Fink-Nottle,' and she would have said 'Yes,' and I would have said 'He loves you,' and she would have said either, 'What, that mutt? Well thank heaven for one good laugh today!' or else, in more passionate vein, 'Hot dog! Tell me more.'" - Right Ho, Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse
Tinkerty-tonk to all...
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