Spent most of rest of today pottering in workshop. Been a rather grey, dull day, weatherwise. After supper we were playing scrabble in the kitchen and realised that the sky to the north east was stormy, but to the west clouds were lifting and lighting up the colours in the garden so took above snapshot of garden in evening light. Should perhaps have concentrated on the game as the final score was :- Ann 351 points, Mike 349 points. Good night everyone.
4 comments:
Well done Ann - I love a close game, whoever wins, it adds to the fun!
We both agree, Lori. I've always said I'd rather lose a close, well faught game than win a too-easy one.
P.s. Soppiest words in English poetry though, are (to my mind) Sir Henry Newbolt's :- For the river of death has burst its banks, and England's far, and honour - a name.
'Tis a schoolboy's voice that rallies the ranks -
"Play up, play up, and play the game."
P.p.s. Vitae Lampada - and quoted from memory.
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