Entreaty to the Hidden High: Ah Isis, Thoth and Horus-Eye, make mine eyes the sparkle of the Nile, be they as bright dew, let them sing of day and soft night, and have them for ever unscath'd by time's passage and malady's mischief, so that I may gaze and remark on all that be, and delight in the world's wonderments. |

Lost my mobile phone. Suspects: Bangladeshi cleaning worker holding mop as if pushing something down into sudsy bowels of pail; Teenage duo playing hooky smirking by, effecting near-body-contact; Ticket lady with bad hair and worse accent, overweight, greasy and highly indignant. J thinks it's the pimply delinquents as done it. Methinks the matronly miscreant pulled a sly quickie. Anyway watched "The Magdalene Sisters" (last week, naturallee), a horrifyingly good film about horrid nuns and oppressed girls in ze land of St. Patrick, pubs and drenched priests beating skin drums with bone sticks. G bought lilac-ish purplish chequed tie at JL sale. We had fish, seas of 'em in pans. |