Another Week in a life....

...and not much stuff is happening, which is the way I like it. Not that I am one of those sort of people who had a highly adventurous youth, got away with it just, and is now so relieved that he is never going to do anything like that again!-I have always liked a quiet, safe life, on the borders of boredom and contentment.

I keep tropical fishes. Always have, maybe to do with my being a Piscean. From an early age, there have been fishes in my rooms, despite the logistical nightmare they provide if you move house! I've never had any problems from the cats I've had over the years either. Anyway, those of you who are fish people will understand the sheer joy with which I fulfilled a long held ambition and purchased several Discus this week. These guys are not cheap, nor easy to set up for, but they are so worth the effort. They are simply spectacular; beautiful, graceful, full of personality. They have so far settled in with no problems, and are currently enthusiastically chasing each other around the tank trying to establish a pecking order.

The non-fish folk can safely come back now. So far as I know, the only people who have read this blog are those who know me personally and are used to my various oddnesses, and therfore sort of don't count (sorry guys!). I would really appreciate if you are someone who doesn't know me, but are just reading this out of boredom or curiosity, if you would make your prescence known. I won't bother you with a conversation or anything-promise-but it'd be nice to know if I'm just venting my occasional need to write into the cyber-darkness or not.

I'm usually philosophical about the weather, an unusual trait in someone British. I get irritated by people who complain when it rains, as if that is somehow an unexpected and calamitous event on an island off the coast of NW Europe where the prevailing winds are from the sea, or that they are cold, at a latitude where most other people in the world experience real cold as opposed to the slight coolness that passes for cold here (it must be close on 30 years since it has been frozen all day where I live). Gotta say though, that spring is late this year, it is now April and we have yet to have a properly warm day-you know, the sort where girls start to look even prettier and all the flowers bloom at once. My birthday is in late February, and I have for many years noticed when the daffodils bloom locally, and being especially pleased it that happens on my birthday or St. David's Day (I'm Welsh). They were a good 4 weeks late this year, and that may be partly due to the cool, wet summer last year, but it must also reflect the dull, cool dragging of winter into a spring which seems to so far have been a slightly warmer version of winter this year. We are probably shaping up for another damp squib of a summer, and I suppose I should be grateful, as I do not thrive in hot weather, but the truth is that even I am getting sick of it all.

Maybe a holiday somewhere bright and sunny would be a good idea, but I can't really justify the expense. I don't work (for health reasons), so I cannot take expensive decisions lightly! Any resident of the Seychelles who wants to pay for me to visit them for a couple of weeks, get in touch (dream on, boy, dream on).

The rain has stopped and I have some shopping to do, and anyway my muse has dried up, so....