Ten & Nine

Yes, as promised - another week gone, without her and without a word.

Until the next time - if there is one.

Nine & Eight

Another week has passed, another week of emptiness - emptiness yet filled with thoughts of her.

Eight and Seven

Eight weeks since the last "I love you" and seven weeks since the horrible text message.

I love her

Nonsense

Alfred, Lord Tennyson was responsible for the following:

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

The last two lines are frequently quoted AT people in my unfortunate position - and in this sense it is of course bathos -  rubbish, unless one is one of those irritatingly positive "more fish in the sea" types.  Those of course have not loved - not in my understanding of the word, otherwise they would not utter such platitudinous crap.

Tennyson was of course writing in connexion with loss via death, another matter altogether, and naturally read in that light his rather nice lines are not bathetic.

To lose a lover through death is horrible of course - and final.  

To lose a lover whom one knows to be alive, active, occupied and even perhaps thinking is arguably worse.

Please discuss,

Until the next time - if there is one.

Which has Changed: Gas or Eggs?

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I enjoy boiled eggs.

Formerly, i.e. up to 2005, I would place the eggs in a pan of cold water, bring to the boil and boil for about three-and-a-half minutes - for large eggs - for a perfect result.

Now, I find that boiling just for 2 minutes 20 seconds produces a slightly over-done egg.

Any ideas?

Until the next time - if there is one