1. My email comes with ads suggested by the content of my messages -- I'm sure my privacy is being invaded somehow, but what's a girl to do? Anyway, while I'm casting an eye over my spam basket, I note that the ads are all for spam recipes. They lead back to this page. Spam primavera anyone? Or, or, Tyrospamites? They sound like boys in the cavalcade of a decadent eastern ruler.
2. Watching a Technicolor film about nuns -- The Black Narcissus -- being seduced by a Himalayan landscape.
3. In the dark it is hard to tell if the wet white flakes blatting on the windscreen are sleet or cherry blossom.
