It's a July afternoon, and my good friend Dave has just rocked up with a back pack, en route to South Efrica where he will teach maths and science to children.
It's pissing it down - much to my annoyance as I keep hanging washing out, and putting it away again. Dave and I are catching up over a couple of bottles of rose - adventuring down the garden in the rain - climbing trees to obtain the sweet (possible) nectarines . . . etc.
Basically the purpose of this post is to commit a phrase to the universe's memory:
"Chaos is energy having a party". There was a meaningful ending, but we have now forgotten it.