Candlelight.

King and Queen of Cantelon,
How many miles to Babylon ?
Eight and eight and another eight
Will I get there by candlelight ?
If your horse be good and your spurs be bright
How many mon have ye ?
Mae nor ye come and see.

A Scottish version of the nursery rhyme and an emergency blip as I slept late and spent the whole afternoon eating cake and chatting to Andy, reminiscing about our childhood and our families.  Veda e-mailed to suggest meeting for a meal at the Japanese Garden so that is now arranged.  Various things I meant to do today haven't happened but my car is round in Alan's forecourt,  I've had a little walk albeit in the dark and am now lying on the sofa finishing off the last glass or two  of a bottle of wine.