camera. But it is something like six weeks since I last used it. Pity I have a spare battery and should have thought of changing it. Still it's a start. "Never mind, " says Milo, "they'll be there tomorrow."
Today, I hear on the Radio is the 395th anniversary of John Milton's birth. At this time of the year lines from his sonnet To Mr Lawrence often come to mind;
Now the fields are dank, the ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet and by the fire,
Help waste a sullen day...
It to my friend Anna who pointed them out to me years ago that I owe their recall today. Such sentiments easily become multi-layered.
A cruel joke is quoted in an article on Internet spying by Jamie Bartlett in this week's Spectatorr. The author is warning about the terms and conditions of contracts to which people thoughtlessly put their names when acquiring apps and the like on line. How many read let alone attempt to understand this particular variety of small print? Apparently a British firm included a clause which asked for permission to "claim now and for evermore your immortal soul." No fewer than 7000 were harvested in one day.