"Learning to live and living to learn"
Can you believe it? Another exciting week ahead, full of infinite possibility.
However, I had a hard job extricating Lily, (the dog who must be adored), from the folds of the duvet this morning. It was cold outside and I took note of the other dog slaves, walking in silent resignation around the park, shoulders hunched, hands thrust deep in pockets with a look that reminded me of Sir Bob Geldof’s emphatic view of Monday morning which gave rise to many a migraine in 1979.
But, as I explained to Lily, as we endeavored to walk with a sense of purpose around the park, it’s a new week and a new dawn and anything can happen. I’ve had my nespresso, (perhaps too much), and I’m ready to follow the advice of that ancient Roman poet, Horace, a legend in the realm of succinct expression, and “carpe diem”. I hope you are too!
Lily, on the other hand, on returning from the park, scowled at me in a rather disparaging tone, which, if I could speak dog, probably translated into something like, “seize your own carpet, buddy”, and headed back upstairs to the warmth of the duvet.
So, please don’t follow the example of an aging Jack Russell, try to suppress that annoying ditty, foisted upon us by Geldof and the rest of the “5-Lamp Boys”, take a couple of paracetamols if needs must, and get out there and reinvent yourself.