Friday 20.05.2011

Roamin` in the gloamin` again this evening though it wasn`t so much roaming as pelting furiously up the road, clothed in layers of clothes including big woolly jumper and padded gilet,into the teeth of a really cold wind.

Enormous black clouds and heavy rain on the way to work this morning: by the time I emerged it was poster paint yellows,greens and blues, bright sunshine and boisterous wind. As Mark Thomas would have it, `predictability is the woodworm of joy` (the more I think about it the stranger that metaphor seems but I know what he means).