Practise, perfect and master

Beautiful sunny spring day and the nightmare has begun. Women are already out in the streets wearing little but their underwear and we haven't even had a chance to practice our not-looking techniques. It always takes time to perfect them. In fact it's usually autumn before we begin to master it, but then of course it's too late.

A filling just fell out of one of my back teeth! What?! That shouldn't be happening. My teeth and hair both need repair... I blame the hot soup.

Just realised that today's blog pretty much condenses Keats' entire collection of poetry in three lines. Must stop knocking back the opium during the longer evenings.