Can I just remark apropos of nothing that we always know, when all else is bleak, that our old deaf friend will be there at teh door waiting to look after us: Beethoven.

It's winter kids. the dogs days of the year. whisky, beethoven and a big sofa. forget everything else. settle down, and get maudlin.

come summer, you'll be all the better for it.

yours (still no posting rights for this diary)

-andrew o