I am relinquishing the Sunday Music slot, and handing it back to Mr Mags. I think he has learnt his lesson, and from this point onwards I am sure he will take his duties seriously. Plus, I have noted that people miss having Sunday Music on a Tuesday, it confuses them for it to always be on a Sunday.
And with the word ‘last’ still reverberating in our ears, I bring you this little ditty, which I dedicate to Mr Lax
Goodbye my sweet friend.
It has come to my attention that Mr Mags is no longer taking the responsibility of hosting Sunday Music seriously. Sometimes Sunday Music turns up on a Monday, or worse, Tuesday. THIS IS JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH. We need consistency. We deserve better. We need to be able to come together at regular intervals to reflect; to think about the week ahead, behind, above, beyond, and last Thursday. Mr Mags is NOT fulfilling is duties as proprietor of the event, so I am staging an intervention. From now on I will be the hostess with tea and crumpet on a Sunday; I will select an appropriate tune; I will say something fitting about the philosophy of baking products, or knitting, or the battle of Hastings. It will all happen HERE. ON A SUNDAY. EVERY SUNDAY.
To begin my reign, I bring you this:-
And now let us reflect, and hope for a peaceful week ahead.
It is my birthday. I have a buggy head cold sort of bug thing, which is buggy. I am eating cake, so all is well. I think the bug was made worse by this sort of thing….
When I looked out my window and saw this I thought it was a rather pathetic attempt at snowfall, it was only when I came to walk Sidney that I realised that the snow had been blown off the fields and into the lanes making them impassable by most vehicles – even 4x4s. Do I have pictures of the lanes? Of course I don’t…. you need fingers to take pictures, and my fingers were frozen within two pairs of thick woolly gloves. I’m actually very sad that I don’t have pictures because it was all very dramatic and rather rare for Devon.
Meanwhile, I am concerned that we have lost Mr Mags, I believe this is due to technical issues, so I shall be trying to contact him the old-fashioned way via pen and paper…. I was thinking that I could buy a card that we could all sign and send on to him, obviously this card would start in Devon, UK, then journey to Norfolk…. it would then spend some time in Texas, HERE and HERE before making its way to Canada, then down under to Australia…. [perhaps Dinah could stand over Ms Prinny when she signs it so that it doesn’t get lost] and then finally to Germany. I’d like Mr Mags to know that we are all thinking of him.
Yes, and while I am on the subject of lost things…. shall I see if I can purchase an item of clothing to replace the Freakin’ Green Elf Shorts??? Shall I? Just as a temporary measure until the real ones show up…. but it wouldn’t be the same would it? All the legendary stains/smells/curly hairs would be missing.
Right, I must rouse myself to eat more cake….