Monday 12 April 2004

Oh arse.

On Saturday Rachel asked me if she could use the internet on Sunday, and I completely forgot. I expect it's too late for it to be worthwhile now, and that she found a more strenuous way of getting access, but I'd better go round in any case.

But later, when normal people might be up. When do normal people get up on bank holidays?

Oh scratch that - she might be up relatively early. She says the Maltese are early risers. Up with the lark, and, I think, the snail:
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world!
- Robert Browning