I went out into the garden late last night to see the annual Perseid meteor shower, which the BBC had promised would be spectacular. All I could see was a blanket of low cloud. The show is due to climax tonight, so I am hoping there will be a gap in the clouds and I will see the shooting stars.
Shakespeare says in Richard II (one of my favourite plays):
The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd
And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven
The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth
And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change
Most of today has consisted of idle tidying up as I prepare to take a few days off work to celebrate my birthday. I have to make sure that my assistant, Adrian Taylor, has enough to keep him occupied otherwise he will slouch around the office looking bored and stopping other people from working.
I have decided to buy myself a new car. I will go to a dealer tomorrow and get it ordered. I am hoping it can be delivered before the end of August so that it has “04” on the registration (in the United Kingdom new cars carry the year of registration in the number plate – so this year it’s “04” before 1st September, “54” afterwards).
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