Candle is still lit & I am still enjoying tea. I am listening to that Jesse Spencer song Cameron stated in her blog ... weird he sounds like Chase. As far as I know he is a down under boy as well ... I like that accent and by the way he has a nice tenor.
Greg is sitting on the sofa, reading poetry as well - he grabbed my Yeats book though - accompanied by a pint of Blacksheep. I can see the Oban bottle standing there as well, so he might perhaps switch to it afterwards.
When I look into his eyes, I have to think again about our weird discussion concerning reincarnations. Really strange thoughts ...
I better carry on reading this:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare
Tomorrow evening Greg will meet with Chase - to thank him. I think I will switch on the TiVo then and relax on the sofa ...
Could watch Blackadder or Monty Python's Spanish inquisition ... "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" - TADAAAAA
Geesh, I could laugh my ass off ...Check it out!