I'm afraid Eggwyn is in a bit of a state. She looked up at the stars, pondered the vast distances between them and considered the emptiness of space. She looked at herself - just a tiny, short-lived, apparently random collection of carbon, hydrogen and nitrogen, clinging to a dying rock. And she felt a bit down. Then she remembered that she works for RBS and got positively hysterical.
In any case, feel free to go out there and marvel at the magic of the universe, the glimmer of the stars and the glow from the M1. Bear in mind that the dew's falling like a ton of bricks under these clear skies. I've a lovely range of hi-viz waterproof jackets you can go out in (only £9.99 each).
Personally I'll be staying in this evening. In honour of Wesley Day we had a three-hour singing and preaching session at lunchtime in the orchard (it was only one song, but the original of "And can it be" is pretty well three hours long on its own). At the end I felt strangely warmed, but it turned out that this was due to sunburn and now I can barely move without losing layers of skin. I tried various herbal remedies - camomile, lavendar, tea tree, lemon balm - but frankly they're all rubbish. Looks like it's back to the calomine lotion.
Dear Archdruid,
ReplyDeleteI am profoundly disturbed that, inspite of a well-deserved dig at Stephen Fry (who is a treasure, but it would seem he can't shut up for five minutes), you have taken up tweeting. Whatever happened to blessed silence? And you did not even announce commencing being a twit in your blog! As a faithful blog reader, I feel let down.
Desponding,
Holger