Gentlemen & Women

Looking back on the past month, I am still slightly astonished that I propelled myself into politics with that amount of gusto. Gusto is a tasty sauce, a kind of wind-assisted pesto. All energy should eventually come from such renewable italian sauces. This sort of drivel has been knocking around my head for days as a result of letting go of the strictures of conformity, which after all was never my strong point.

So in the spirit of unwinding, I stayed home Saturday and read a book, watched a DVD, ate chicken soup, drank some red wine, then yesterday went down to the canal and walked in the sun. I am still recovering from my headcold and the GGF is in the throes of the same virus, so we meandered rather than danced along, but still covered a couple of miles, enjoyed the locks and the boats and the ducklings. May mornings are still cold, rain showers come and go, but London in springtime is a beautiful place.