Stars in the Sky

Pavlova, CEO of Riverside Rest pinged an email over this morning:

" Peaches Darling,
  Mercury, Saturn, Venus, Mars and Jupiter will be lined up, on parade and visible pre-dawn..."

Pre-dawn!  Crikey is no time sacred?  I'll have to confess to Pav that a private view from Foxglove Falls is highly unlikely.


Sounds to me like Starman is setting yet another trend up there in the heavens.  Not only does he now have his own constellation, it seems that he's initiating a generational exodus of stars: Glen Fry, Ed Stewpot Stewart - the list seems endless.
I was 'Truly, Madly, Deeply' in shock at the passing of Alan Rickman.   Slumped in the chaise listening to Savage Garden, mop in hand, I remembered how Alan melted my heart.  And his loathsome Severus Snape, well just magnificent!  At that moment, Leo walked over to the sink and started filling the kettle.

"Did you know that Alan Rickman met his life-long partner when he was just 19?" I asked him, breaking momentarily from the front page of the newspaper.

"Is there any reason why he didn't marry her earlier," Leo cross examined. I babbled on for a mo...

"A simple, yes, or, no, will suffice Peaches.  Instead of answering a simple question, you leap to the defence of Alan Rickman.  You wouldn't have been quite so pleased if I hadn't asked you to marry me, early on in our relationship."

As usual, Leo had cut straight to the chase.  Teetering on the brink of an opinion, on the genius of the Eagles musically recording their demise for posterity in Hotel California, I made an executive decision and held my tongue.  That's one for the next board meeting with Lola I thought... until...

"Darling Peaches, it must be a generational thing, I just don't get Hotel California," she laughed.  "What is it with you and Juan?  Before I know it you'll be claiming that you love the Beatles.  On that one I must insist that you do stick to your principles.'
Lola considered that Juan, a private detective, and I were both afflicted with terrible taste when it came to films and music.

" Now had it been Howard Jones, Nick Kershaw, Gary Newman or Adam Ant - I would be prostrate with grief!  Oh the times that I tippexed a white stipe across my nose before venturing into Town on a Saturday..." Of course, Lola was born a trend setter with an eye for cool!