The sun is trying to shine through a thick, once white, linen curtain, onto a river that has taken on all the attributes and the appearance of a freshly surfaced motorway upon which a few swans and seagulls appear to have stuck themselves. Roll on winter when at least there is a chance of clear blue skies and sunlight.

One blogger mentioned woman which pressed the button on a lot of memories I have of relationships with the opposite sex.

Too many to write about at the moment as I have to work this evening and still haven't eaten, but I do have time to mention one rejection, summed up in her unforgettable one liner. "It's not me it's you."

I thanked her profusely for clearing up any confusion I had about why things were'nt working out..