Just a regular grey, drippy Rupert day. Hooray!

Got Sisters' books up-to-date. January is always a good month with all the New Year's resolutions about weight and exercise.

Not Waving But Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith
1902 - 1971