Just A Note

This was a week when I rediscovered the ills of hill walking, was taken for a ride in a new motor, lost interest in racing cyclists, found a handwritten note from a policeman on the hall table, visited a giant Swedish superstore, had problems with a burglar alarm, discovered that the strange toothpaste my wife had purchased for me contained poison that possibly wrecked my liver, sat smoking in the back yard of a no smoking pub drinking lager that disagreed with what was left of my liver and was visited by relatives.

With heigh-ho, the wind and the rain,
For the rain it raineth every day etc.