Delicate

The flower, not me. I'm a bit of an oaf really.

A good sort of Sunday that involved lots of nothing, Moot and sunshine. When I say nothing, I really mean - being sat at my computer at 8 this morning, practising German grammar again while drinking tea and having the most unsatisfying bacon roll ever*.

Moot has continued his theme of going out every time I go upstairs and then falling over. It is difficult to resist the charms of a meowing cat in the sunshine. So I haven't. I've enjoyed the sunshine with him (at times the thermometer said 30°C and that is very warm. Cold beer? Don't mind if i do...)

The other thing I've managed to do today is to put together a playlist for my iPod that's a mix of Bollywood and Motown. Sounds good so far but we shall see if it can compete against the traffic tomorrow.

Ok. The Song Bit. Yesterday was Elton John's "Tiny Dancer" and today you get :-

Bald werden wir hier ohne den Mond sein
Summen an ein anderes Lied und dann ...
Da gibt`s vielleicht Tränen zu vergiesen
Aber solange es Mondschein und Musik und Liebe gibt

*Ok I miss one thing about Britain - back bacon. It just doesn't exist here. And what they have as bacon is so thinly sliced it disappears as soon as it is hot.