Cat at at a swimming pool - an anomaly.
This morning single threads of the finest cobweb silk bar my way in. They catch the sun for only part of their length so that disconnected silver trails seem to shine and sway in the air .
In the bar of The Tunbridge Wells Bar and Grill I attempt to quote in my vestigial German Heinrich Heine's poem Die Lorelei. A woman sitting beside me attempts to fill in the missing words. And then performs a Google search on her Blackberry whereupon the whole poem appears on the small screen. We both recall that our first acquaintance with the poem was in the school textbook Heute Abend.