Eateth Not The Bread Of Idleness

Track of the day Phoenix (excerpt) - Nerve Engine.



I popped into the local churchyard to see a few old friends this morning and spotted this tribute to a lady named Mary Ann.

Dearly beloved wife of Henry Cramme
Who died March 10th 1914. Aged 69 years.
She looketh well into the ways of her household
And eateth not the bread of idleness.

I hope she's enjoying her rest now. What struck me was that there was no other mention of Henry Cramme. He certainly hadn't been buried alongside the hard working Mary Ann. I wonder why. Maybe he's still loafing around somewhere.

Text message from up north.

Have been to audiology dept. Seems better they have trimmed it down. Also been to the Winter Gardens and used a wheelchair.

This is what happens when you allow your wife to fly north with British Airways. First she is suspected of being a terrorist because she has a tube of lip salve in her handbag, then she has to visit an audiologist to get something trimmed down and ends up in a wheelchair. She seemed fine the last time I saw her.

I'm off to make a loaf of idleness.


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