Holy Moly

God's Entrance? Really? I always imagined it a little grander, somehow. I only hope the Main Entrance for us mere mortals is slightly more inviting.

A good sleep (apart from a strange call at 2am) for all last night yet there were tears flowing this morning, pretty much from the moment both kids woke, for no apparent reason. There were meltdowns on arrival at nursery too but I phoned later to check they had calmed down and all was well.

The car's been playing up so it's in the garage getting another new coil. I had quite a lot to do today so I purchased a day saver bus ticket and I bus-hopped my way through town. What fun it was too! I'm sure this is a statement only someone who doesn't regularly take public transport can make, however.

On my hop-on, hop-off travels I ended up outside an old, abandoned printers. (Sez, you'll know it well - Stewarts) The broken windows on the top floor were wide open with the old vertical blinds dancing in the wind. Then I saw the sign above the door and couldn't help but smile.


The origin of the word Moly apparently comes from Homer's Odyssey. In book 10, Hermes gives the herb to Odysseus to protect him from Circe's incantation. Homer describes Moly by saying, "The root was black, while the flower was as white as milk; the gods call it Moly, and mortal men cannot uproot it, but the gods can do whatever they like."

Good old Wikipedia.