Dear JemJem, Here I am again with your goodnight candle. I still love and miss you very much, and I wish very much that you were still with me. The weather was cooler today. The temperature is 13 degrees light cloud and a gentle breeze and will stay there then rise to a high of 21 degrees, sunny intervals and light winds I had ham and coleslaw for lunch today and bresaola for supper. I saw my Mum tonight and am very tirDed still and still did not practice physio. I thought of you today when a question on the Chase asked who presented a particular railway programme and thought you would have known it was Michael Portillo. It was National Poetry Day yesterday and I thought of one Daddy often used to quote by Thomas Moore, called The Song of Fionnuala:
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water,
Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose,
While, murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter
Tells to the night-star her tale of woes.
When shall the swan, her death-note singing,
Sleep, with wings in darkness furl'd?
When will heav'n, its sweet bell ringing,
Call my spirit from this stormy world?
Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter-wave weeping,
Fate bids me languish long ages away;
Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay.
When will that day-star, mildly springing,
Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will heav'n, its sweet bell ringing,
Call my spirit to the fields above?
I am watching Big Bang. All my love forever, Angies xxxxx