It's been one of those night when it's hard to tell dreams from reality. You half-wake & wonder 'Did that really happen?' then go back to sleep again before a decision is made. The kind of dreams that have waking effects that it's hard to shake off - still, it's not yet seven a.m & I haven't even drunk my first coffee yet. I trust the caffeine will do the trick. I have one of my Pooh mugs full - Piglet, actually - & they are as big as two large cups, easily.
The entry I made yesterday seems to have disappeared - perhaps it's as well; it was mostly about mice and medieval recipes which contained them. It began with my stating that Flora, my cat, preferred asparagus to mice then receiving a comment from Kevin to say that this was asparagus undoubtedly tasted better - a comment I could not quarrel with. But I felt sure I'd seen mouse-recipes, dated 1200 or there abouts. . . but try as I might, they elude me. I shall browse the 'Net again. . . but is this a normal way for a mature woman to spend her time?
2007-05-31 @ 22:49