SOME DAYS ALL YOU NEED...

...is a chance to read some poetry.

Actually, the Professor and I went out for breakfast and had to have a five mile walk to burn it off . After that, I:

*did a pile of admin
*prepared for tomorrow's teaching
*crocheted a wee flower to grace the latest bonnet
*had a wee kip
*woke up starving as we'd missed out on lunch
*made dinner in a hurry
*briefly toyed with the notion of going to a YES campaign meeting with a list of questions
*realised not only do I not know the answers I could not think of the questions
*decided it would be better to stay at home...

...and only then and only then did I get into the poetry.

Pablo Neruda - 'nuff said.

PS, perhaps not enough said, actually. On dotty's advice I looked at the poem in Spanish and realised that it is quite different in some respects from the English translation. Humm..it is too late in the evening for such thoughts.

PPS and I meant to say thanks for all the stars and comment for Highland Mary yesterday, she appreciated them.