Naturally enough I have no intention of letting this happening!

Snow storms loom cold winds towards the United Kingdom as the economy hanged over a credit crisis which span out of control before the country had a chance to wrap up to protect itself from the threat of such an inclement weather. "Spring is nearly here; it is time to pay a call to the garden centre," my wife muttered yesterday afternoon. In weather like the present one I let her do it all, in the nicest way, of course, as her offer to work in the garden is not a tempting one. Besides I am drowning under the worked loaded and the need to exercise the grey matter is far more appealing than the green one. It is all in the eyes as one needs to get one's priorities sorted out before one is prompted to do the right thing and grip something good firmly when it comes alone. Indeed, sunlight is what I need and unfortunately there is not enough of it in the kingdom at the present time. An option would be to move to Spain in the nicest possible way as hopes and ideas burn brightly in there but riding on the tail of others' people country is not something I am comfortable with as one will have to start from scratch and all that jazz. I am catching the twilight plane to Paris tomorrow and I am excited as I am looking forward to practise my french there. Don't stop me; I am in a hurry a tuna sandwich beckons me in kitchen as I feel rather peckish so I must put the moves on it before the cat makes mince of it. A tout l'heure!   

P. Figueras