Insanity in two acts

Act One

Written in the sky. Messages. Indiscernible to most but speaking to me through the medium of clouds, and quite specific clouds too.

It's all about the ice ice baby.

Cirrus clouds and contrails definitely form the most legible notes. Cross that T, dot that I. Do it with an ice cloud.

They are the most calligraphic of the cloud types. Add a flourish and a flick, it's easy with the wind speed up there.

It's a shame the messages aren't as clear as saying 'this is what you should do with your life' but they're definitely giving me something to think about.

Any jobs going as cloud ciphers? That would be amazing!

Do you have what it takes to break that code? Decipher the hidden messages: Spend your days looking skywards.

Can you say, dream job?!!!!

Ahhhh, another day dream. Get your head out of the clouds Helen.

Act two
The inconvenience of passive smoking.

I find it such a hideous thing. At uni I'd sit in a room full of friends smoking and it wouldn't bother me too much. It was just that horrible thing that other people did and let's face it we were all musicians too. But this was in the days when you could still smoke in pubs, clubs and restaurants, so you were just constantly surrounded by the stuff.

Now I barely come in to contact with it at all, which is great, but then when I do it just becomes the biggest inconvenience to me. And when there's someone in front of me  and the smoke gets blown in my face......Oh it does get my goat up. Urgh! There were two of them this morning polluting my air. Yuk!

The End-ish

And if you're wondering about my sanity levels, yes they are dangling nervously over complete insanity. But it's always fun to share.

Mini burgers and salad tonight, followed by apple crumble and custard. Am I good or am I good???? Ha ha. I have a limited collection of recipes but they seem to keep A happy, especially my very lengthy dessert rosta.

Time to do the washing up.