Time, I mean. Yesterday I truly did not have time to put a blog on.
I hardly had time to look at my e mails - in fact I almost left them for the day, but luckily I looked at them early yesterday evening and found that there were one or two which needed early answers. But isn't it good that I manage to keep so busy, I ask myself.
Yesterday we had our Poetry day. If you love poetry and have one or two friends who love it too, then I do recommend that you do as we did and form a Poetry Group.
There were seven of us yesterday and we had such a lovely afternoon. After each poem we had a discussion on the poem and on the background to it and I am sure we all came away feeling so uplifted by it on what was a miserable, cold, grey day.
Today is our coffee in the Golden Lion morning, so this is necessarily a short post. That will mean another morning of 'jollity' - really I am so lucky to live amongst such a wonderful group of friends.
Did anyone else watch the BBC1 Eddie Izzard programme on going back 200,000 years through his DNA? I found it fascinating and seeing the Bushmen of the Kalahari and the Pygmies of Central Africa at such close quarters was a delight. When we know that we really are all descended from the same part of Africa and from the same small group of homo sapiens (with a bit of neanderthal here and there) you can't help but wonder why we can't all agree.
Why are there such terrible wars? Well, I suppose it was ever thus, and always will be - and the more terrible weapons we manage to invent the worse it will be.
A Poem for Thursday...Home Thoughts.
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