Slow start to another week. We have had some rain overnight which is good, and the place is alive with a whole mob of kangaroos enjoying the new sprouts of grass. I'm not so much into grass — not even the psychedelic variety — and am tossing up between a jam toast and a cooked porridge.
My social 'colander', which is usually full of holes, is quite a busy one this week: a trip to the solicitor to discuss what to do when a loan I gave to a good friend matures next month; then a get-together for lunch at the Catalina Club with a bunch of Germans who, like me, are glad to be here and not there; and then a dash to the GP for another burn-off of various sun spots which are a constant reminder that I have spent too many years in hot climates without sun creme or even a hat.
Polonius was right when he said, "Neither a borrower nor a lender be", because the friend I lent money to when no bank would touch him is no longer a friend, which again proves Polonius right when he continued, "For loan oft loses both itself and friend". Another lesson learnt too late.
So what's for breakfast? Does it matter? The view is always on the menu.
