The man on the radio has returned from Verona with Tuesday tunes and tales from his time away. Weatherwise there's a little sunshine, a little rain ... not sure if we'll need a bigger boat. The traffic lady is all about the roads, cars revving and the ever rolling jams.
Today's groaner: what do you get when you boil a clown? ... a laughing stock ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!
Been busy reading Fourteen Days (multiple authors) and inevitably spotting print errors. I've come to the conclusion that print errors are caused by Inklings. Inklings are little sooty smuts of characters with spindly legs and long tongues, and they lick up words and letters ... wander from page to page and book to book ... and then they 'footle' out what they've consumed in any paragraph that takes their fancy. No other reason for all the mistakes I can see. ;-)
The shiny metropolis awaits so I'm hoping the sunshine I can currently see will hold ... am also hoping my one and only marble will roll around long enough for me to make sense of my shopping trip. I'd better have more coffee just to make sure ...