I woke up to a beautiful morning for my day of domesticity. The leaves in the garden are just beginning to turn and the birds were singing in the trees (yes in my part of London it can still seem quite bucolic at times). There is of course only one thing for it when the head soars and aches for natural beauty. Vaughan Williams Lark Ascending. I am still listening to it (for the third time) while I post this. It is a highly popular piece that I am sure you have all heard, but just in case you have not or do not have a copy, here is a link:
Enjoy folks. Preferably high up on the hills where there is not another person to be seen for miles. Quite what has brought this mood on I am not sure, but I think myself and my ipod (with much Vaughan Williams on it) should go for a walk up on the Heath.
Until later, when I hope to come back to Earth and post more about spanking exploits.