Day Seventy Eight - the Ides of March

Caesar was warned to beware the 15th of March and look what happened to him. Well, for me it's a case of 'beware the day before the Ides of March' which isn't quite as catchy.

So it's now 'the morning after', and on the road to recovery day from being naughty last night. Back on the sensible meals.

My dad was a lovely man, kind, witty and intelligent. But he wasn't that interested in how he looked. Particularly when he was eating. It always used to bother me when you'd tell him 'dad, you've got food on your face' and he'd smile and slowly roll out his tongue to try to find it, like some sort of human gecko. It was ghastly to behold.

Well wouldn't you know it. I'm doing it now.