Cowart's Common Room
Good Morning people and may you be covered in rainbows. Resident Owl is excused duties as she is looking after her family like the excellent and kind owl she is, so we are the neglected and the down trodden, sent barefoot into the streets in rags and with snivelling noses to beg for scraps. Ah well I shall do my best for a scrap.
But I cannot stay long for I am due across the road in an hour to take part in a Skype conversation with our French opposite numbers on the Twinning link, and then later in the morning I have an appointment with my Greek dentist (he of the Montelbano walk) and hygienist, who used to be in the navy and has tattoos to prove it. Still she has more or less cured my bad tooth, for which my last dentist prognosed a root canal filling.
And then Mike is coming this afternoon for a session of pressure washing, me having failed to make much headway last time. We shall see if he does better.
How will you occupy your time in retirement they ask - not that I am retired as seven orders on my pad attest. And we have lost our sun and are back to grey skies. I shall have to have words with Louise Lear about that.