Moving Horton

This morning my computer monitor died at work, and so I had to move Horton and get a new one. I blogged about the why of Horton at the end of this post. Another good line from Horton is "A person's a person no matter how small". In the last week I have also written off my car, and had various other small mishaps, including spilling shoe polish on the carpet, smacking my nose into the edge of a door .... Funny how these things always come in runs. Anyway, I am now going on holidays for two weeks, and am meeting Annie Rose for the first time tonight, which is very exciting. I've just been around to the new Harrogate Tea Shop in Pyrmont, to get supplies for a few nice, leasurely cups of good old-fashioned tea and conversations (I lugged, very carefully, a Royal Albert teapot back from England for my Mum once, and I think it's high time we used it). It's a fascinating shop. It's run by a lovely old British couple, who know everything there is to know about tea, and have taught me many things in my three visits. I think the art of tea is finally making it's come-back, after being left behind by the obsession with coffee. That said, I need to keep lunch short and will move on to poetry Friday.