I suppose I'm one of those fellows my father always warned me against.

Finally did the sensible thing and bought some gloves! Surprisingly, I'm still able to type with them on. Brilliant.
It's such a funny world. Such a bizarre upside-down confusing wonderful world. Don't know if I'll ever get the hang of it, but such is life!

I need to start living in reality instead of theory.

Took Genevieve to a girly high tea this afternoon. It was very pretty; all the carefully prepared little food items, the pretty dresses, the fancy plates; the punch!

I've had this song stuck in my head all day - just thought I'd purge my soul of it and post it here (now you can have it stuck in your head!) :

At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.