Well someone, what are you waiting for? Get the guy with the Golden Showers to pour you some. I'll stick to the Margheritas myself, but it is your call.

I'l just pull my fiddle out and play a nice liesurely hornpipe or two. The Faerie Queen might do nicely.

I've been cooking most of the weekend, but just came from a great music party with the boys, where I played until the tips of my fingers started taking paint off the finger board. I love those. I also have tomorrow off, so I'll have another margherita andsee about a song or two. My voice isn't tired. The boys don't sing, they just play.

It was pleasant and delightful of a bright summer's morn Whith the fields and the meadows all covered in corn And the blackbirds and thrushes sang on every tree And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day . . .