  Sorry, it happened again. I don't have a lot of time at the moment. I was at a funeral yesterday; a girl at STRS was killed in a car accident and the choir were asked to sing at her funeral. At a church called St. Mary's. Sally was there, and she cried. I hope she's in school tomorrow. I don't want my lingering image of her over the holidays to be of her crying. Not good. Just been to the choir party... not a lot to comment on, other than the inclusion of a Tom Lehrer CD which was played continuously.
Gloria patri et philio. I'm going to Aroma demain... w00toid. C'est bon. Uh, I really need to get a more interesting life, don't I? Quote of the day: "The lolly and the stoat, When they are both full grown, For all the bees that are in the wood The lolly stick is brown. " Peter Hards' Random Parody of The Holly and The Ivy Love, Jon Roskilly 
