Tonight the winds begin to rise
It was a dark and stormy night....
To-night the winds begin to rise
And roar from yonder dropping day
The last red leaf is whirl'd away,
The rooks are blown about the skies;
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892), In Memoriam
I had an unsettled night, with too many things on my mind. The wind whistled around the turret of our bedroom and there were plenty of noisy club-goers outside the window. Well maybe my restlessness also had something to do with the combination of Veuve Cliquot and veggieburgers last night. Alfred and I lay awake for a couple of hours chatting about Life, the Universe and Everything. He's such a patient and good friend, absorbing the nuances of my moods and reflecting them to me.
I forgot that British Summer Time (!) ended last night, although I've been asleep so little that an extra hour hardly made any difference.
Time for some reading and a bit of catching up on Radio 4 programmes on the Internet, methinks.
Posted by nathan at October 27, 2002 08:38 AM
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