“Now then, Pooh," said Christopher Robin, "where's your boat?"
"I ought to say," explained Pooh as they walked down to the shore of the island, "that it isn't just an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it's a Boat, and sometimes it's more of an Accident. It all depends."
"Depends on what?"
"On whether I'm on the top of it or underneath it.”
Good Morning World... Thurs 9th, 6.23, +2.1dg. Forecasting for a clear day with light snow showers up on the mountain tonight and early tomorrow... it is accumulating, slowly. More incoming early next week. Yesterday was one of those seamless days that just sailed quietly.. well for me and my track record, really, it wasn't bad. Christmas has finally been totally expunged from the house, now I am waiting to make three bags to store the tree parts into, as my re-organisation of the attic means I am no longer storing any Christmas things up in the crawl space. This is a constant problem for me.. start one job create a hundred others because of it... One day I will be complete. My new Wednesday conversation group is five lovely ladies... I can see that it will be as much fun as the Friday group... brilliant. It is astonishing to me the desire that the older people in this little village have to improve the English they learnt in school all those years ago. It seems as though there is another group of women who want to come along with this new group... I maintain five is the max so they all get a chance to talk, so that will mean another group and their choice of time is now very limited, I have only Monday and Tuesdays mornings left. ... I have decided that Thursdays will be for me.. a Moochie day... no little's tuition, no conversation groups, a day for me to please myself. Yay. Tomorrow I have incoming guests, and my original conversation ladies.. Am I on top of it or underneath it ? you decide.. Enjoy
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