Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

My continuing, if lacklustre, attempt to seek and live the surreal has been given a boost today by two events neither of which, satisfyingly, is related.

Just before lunch, the estimable but ever-silent boroshan sent me a link to prove that being dead these 600 years is no excuse for not joining the digital age. It seems that Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog (take thatte, Gower!).

Think of it as a mediaeval advice column.

Secondly, the onset of Spring has affected the lifts in the office. They have started ad-libbing. On the way out to buy lunch, the lift informed me variously that I should not attempt to exit while the doors are closed (!), and a little later, that the doors were closing, but the rear doors were opening. This from a lift with a mirrored rear wall.

And the office tree now has only three leaves on it.