Well that was a particularly gloomy previous post. Today has been a bit weird. I made complicated childcare arrangements (it’s half term and the boys are on holiday) in order to go to a particularly important meeting on the outskirts of London at 11am, got there and discovered that it was actually supposed to be at 1pm. I couldn’t hang around because 1pm was the time the childcare arrangements expired.
At least it was a lovely sunny day.
Remember flying saucers? Sweet bubbles of thick rice paper enclosing a rustling sizzle of sherbet powder? I always thought the best way to eat them was to stick them to the roof of your mouth with your tongue and allow them to dissolve slowly, the sharp fizz of the sherbet working its way slowly but ever more insistently through the glutinous layer of deliquescing rice paper.
Obviously there’s some uncultured oik in the neighbourhood who seriously lacks discrimination in the finer things of life. These sad, broken saucer superstructures had been discarded on a bench at the station, eviscerated and left to, well, dissolve probably, eventually.
But they looked quite pretty all the same.