Quack

Well, it didn't dawn bright & sunny, so it wasn't so bad having to get up earlier than normal to be at work before anyone with the keys had arrived. That was the last time I was early for anything the whole day... the rain & extra traffic saw to that. I had to be all over the city - & it seemed everyone else in a car did too.

Driving home this evening there were rivers running down most of the streets into gutters & stormwater drains that are only going to dump it all in the Harbour... which doesn't need the water. Yet, apparently, only 10mm fell in the catchment areas today. If man can invent reverse-cycle air conditioning, can't we reverse & recycle stormwater?? If we can create clear drinking water from our sewerage, surely there's a simple way to do the same with rain run-off??

A task for greater minds than mine... Me, I'm off to make curry...

Quack.

I Can't Resist

For those on the friends list... I've seen the poetry meme going around for a couple of days & have been wracking my brain for something deep & profound, without having to resort to looking things up - which I think would be cheating.

So, here's the only piece of poetry that has repeatedly sprung to mind. What it says about my mind, or my memory... is a different question.

While Titian was mixing rosemadder
The model posed nude on the ladder
Her position to Titian, suggested cohesion
So he climbed up the ladder & had her.

Well... it's either that, or something foul by John Cooper Clarke (Beazley St)... or something even worse by the Earl of Rochester (& I know Reynardo will guess which one!!).

All the good stuff by Robert Browning etc... I'd have to look up, as it's been a while.

Maybe I should have taken the time...