A BANK HOLIDAY is a public holiday. It's just the British Government's way of reminding its subjects that the banks will be closed even longer than they are in a usual week. (Though I remember vividly in the 1980s my Dad having to rush to get into the bank by 3:30 (pm!) because after that hour the staff took to playing with rubber bands and filing their nails.
The weather is awful. It is clammy, cold, wet, grey, intermittently rainy and thoroughly miserable. I lost my cards last night which isn't a tragedy (no money in any of 'em) but an inconvenience (how the hell do I get them back??) I don't know why I should feel like I've got a black hole inside me, pulling me into the psychic void but I kind of do. Also I've been sleeping every minute I can. Not in the mood to be awake.
I did go hopping across the internet yesterday and found some wonderful stuff. Some of which I put in my links. I keep stumbling across baby blogs. They're awfully cute but they somehow make me feel sad. I don't know why. I remember coming home one Christmas feeling suicidally depressed. Looked through my own baby photos, saw this stupid, smiling innocent. Look at me now, I thought.
I don't know.
On a lighter note I did make quite a good beef stew on Saturday.
Right I'm off!
I randomly stumbled on this last night. A golden retriever with a litter of golden pups!
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Continuing the nursery rhyme theme, here's another that Blue (beautiful blog btw) reminded me of.
I didn't include it yesterday as it didn't seem as inkeeping with the "London" theme.
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady upon a white horse
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
She shall have music wherever she goes
The "fine lady" is often taken to be Elizabeth I who did indeed ride to Banbury to see a new stone cross that had been erected there. (Oh! The days before television!) Though I somehow doubt she rode all the way on horseback. Do correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't most boy horses geldings? (I.e. castrated because it makes them less temperamental and easier to ride?)
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