Hitting the hut

With apologies to those very nice people who for some reason take the time out to read this rubbish every day, the Whites are just about to disappear for another short break.

To be fair, the Northern Ireland trip felt more like a state visit than a holiday, given the amount we packed into four short days.

But between now and Sunday, the pace of our lives will hopefully be a lot slower.

It's Vanessa's birthday on Saturday so we're setting off in the next few minutes en route to a hut, sorry, "cabin" in the middle of a remote field near Richmond, North Yorkshire where we intend to do as little as we can until it's time to come back.

We have done this before and it's been great - lying about, watching DVDs, reading books and gorging ourselves. But, of course, that was in days prior to the arrival of young James Richard.

However, we'll give it a go, see what happens and then I'll tell you how it went when we get back on Sunday afternoon.

In the meantime, I'll leave you with something just a little bit different - a poem.

My mum e-mailed this to me from her computer class the other day and I thought it would be nice to share it.

I hope it makes you feel warm too.

It's called Circle of Friends.

CIRCLE OF FRIENDS

“I am a beautiful old person -if you don’t believe me, just read this.”

Eleanor Roosevelt.

Many people will walk in and out of your life
But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.
To handle yourself, use your head;
To handle others, use your heart.
Anger is only one letter short of danger.
If someone betrays you once it is his fault;
If someone betrays you twice, it is your fault.
Great minds discuss ideas;
Average minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.
He who loses money, loses much;
He who loses a friend, loses much more;
He who loses faith, loses all.
Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,
But beautiful old people are works of art.
Learn from the mistakes of others,
You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself.
Friends, you and me---
You brought another friend…
And then there were three…
We started our group…
Our circle of friends….
And like that circle….
There is no beginning or end….
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a gift.