Morning Glory

I awoke to the Sun streaming through the leaves of the Willow, and black cats leaping around the garden, its that hint already of Autumnal sunshine,as usual the nights are starting to draw in, and theres a slight chill when I climb into my car in the morning. Emma has emailed me images of her first flat, proper, in London, which she will share with Matt. So exciting, to be so young was such fun.
I was wishing for a quiet relaxing day, however its punctuated by a screaming baby from the nursery next door, and complimented by builders hammering a drilling in the kitchen opposite me, as I type in the Study, which is temporarily our Kitchen and warehouse etc. Had a real crappy week at work, subjected to the machinations or supremely bad management, which frankly disgusts me, its one of those scenarios when you find yourself in an oppressive and depressing work environment; time to move on.
Perhaps I will occupy myself with little jobs today, while I like many others await the ultimate fate of Mr Gadaffi, perhaps found hiding in a ditch somewhere in Libya?, by definition we should all perhaps be on Red Alert as this guy was obsessed with germ warfare programs back in the day, we may yet discover the truth about our 'foot and mouth' outbreak in the past?. This guy was scary, and I hope the likes of Mr Blair feel ashamed of themselves, but I suspect not. Times the are a changing.