burnout

Sorry Ive not been blogging - I have the very fashionable burnout,
which affects successful bloggers after a while, according to the
March edition of Newsweek. Someone I'd never heard of is trying
to sell his blog for 100 million dollars because hes so exhausted by it.

I know how he feels. Anyone want to buy a blog? Will accept offers
over a fiver.

Out every night this week except the night I took off to do some real
work - which I failed to do, since by the time the components were in
place I was knackered -

Most of my carousing was done in T Rex which meant passing the
trees outside the school. It was PeterG who discovered that the mad
rustling from 5 of them was caused by magpies. They looked
extraordinary, fat black and white balls squatting on the bare
branches - about 40 of them we counted, though our presence
disturbed them and they wouldn't keep still. The next night
there were fewer and currently there are about 3 - the gay
ones, at a guess, who don't have to set up home to breed.

If its one for sorrow, two for joy etc, then 40 magpies
represents (obviously) a clue to the whereabouts of the
treasure of Pere Saunier.

And Neleke and PeterG have seen a whole bunch of Gryphon
Vultures above Rennes les Bains. ANOTHER clue!

One night there was a nightingale in the Avenue de la Gare...
hallelujah, they're back. Though not the next night.
Burnout, probably.

OOH big news, Le Petite Journal carried a sweet report of Andrées
birthday party with photos.
Marvelously it also printed a photo of an empty room, titled New
Colour - in black and white.