First Sundae

Today, I am informed, is the actual birthday anniversary of Issac Newton, knight. I have to admit to not having taken the trouble to sort out the calender machinations. Nor do I have the inclination today. Still draining and the stress replied by the weather beavers telling us foul cold this week just when we should be returning to normal.

I have decided to consider that childhood is not knowing that pipes can burst.

And yes, I b=do mean "know".