So I've been struggling for things to write about and have been sifting around for interesting things to fill this blog with, when I came upon something interesting; that is to say, something I thought was interesting, which is not necessarily interesting to anyone else but, what can I say? It's my blog and if I want to write about interesting stuff that I think is interesting, well then, that's just something I'll jolly well do and really, who says 'jolly' anymore these days? What am I - a crusty old Dean from some obscure 80's frat boy movie, somehow set in Oxford England, rather than Iowa or Pennsylvania or some other place that I can't be bothered looking up the spelling for because I know I spelled Pennsylvania wrong and it'll show up in spell check and I'll correct it, so half of this blog is not going to make much sense because Pennsylvania will actually be spelled correctly, unless I don't correct it via spell check, which I can't really do because I'm physically and mentally incapable of not correcting something that's been pointed out to me. I tend to believe everyone but myself in most things in life; I have a very hard time thinking for myself. But whatever, it's winter and the last couple of days have been beautiful but cold; full of sun, no clouds and mild in the afternoon. The cold has just been for the morning. But today is grey and cold; it's Friday and I have to go to a party tonight, which I'm not complaining about - I love the people I'm going to be hanging out with but Lady Hem has to work so she won't be able to come with me and, like I said, it's Friday - grey and cold - and I haven't anything more to say.