Damp thoughts tail end of the week

Greetings from Kitty Towers.

It's a bit of a damp weekend so I wasn't out Saturday although The Grump was which was a relief about the earache following getting a letter to say gas was going up three times and I really don't need constant background noise as much as obviously it is a concern especially for those less well off compared with ourselves.

It's hardly surprising then  that you're back to reading books of the sort that not only written for an audience that I share the same reading age with but the same sorts of topics that such stories centre upon.

It may sound odd but I feel so much more at home sat on a floor reading or playing with groan ups around than the whole older child in chair discussing more grown up topics with them, not least with the craziness of the last week in adultland admittance £80 per annum, under 18's not allowed.

There's always music to be played here, just don't ask how many records or compact discs they're are, a good many hundred is the short answer but that was what I was doing as a kid back home anyway.

Just enjoying and being wept along in way that was more comforting from some of the realities of that time, whither it was closer to home or the wider world.

That's a favourite recording from the mid 1980's of mine in its original Japanese cd pressing form.

Then on Sunday there was more Castle Hangnail! by Ursula Vernon in storytime which saves reading it off the page aprt from being more like the storytimes we had at school then.

Ciao!