That Kind of Day.

Friday 13^th lived up to its ominous reputation today. No details, it just did. I suspect it felt honour bound to accord with the recent trend, but my unquenchable optimism continues to sustain me.

Will things be better tomorrow? Will there be a tomorrow? I expect so. Watch this space.

And do you know why I haven’t talked about the ghost of the Lady B lately – apart from the mention of the Paddington Bear hat, that is? Because she’s resting. (Note my deliberate avoidance of any reference to a famous Grimm fairy tale – original story by Charles Perrault, by the way. Too much cheese.)