oh, the loveliness

(do you think they would have said that about the Hindenburg if it had been covered in fuzzy fur and instead of exploding it had went around the world giving strawberries and rainbows to meloncholic ladybirds?)

tea with lovely Jen and lovely Nic in the pretty and dainty tea shop that we don't have the like of in my part of town. Jen and i yum up cake for breakfast (i don't know why it's not a more common breakfast food), and Nic with her porridge reminds me of a sunflower plantation just after sunrise. (if that imagery is too obscure, then just think of a small field of tall flowers all going "oooh!").

in the evening, saw Wallace and Gromit. loveliness upon loveliness until my belly ached. (wondering as always where i can meet a man like Wallace)