The Countdown's Getting Lower Every Day

On walking back from university today, I noticed that the tree in front of the old church opposite the post office was covered in beautiful white blossoms. Spring is definitely coming, even though the weather is still as cold and miserable as ever. I wanted to take a picture of that tree, but ended up taking a picture of the tree just outside my house instead. This one is still bare, but I'll get a picture of it when the branches start budding and things.

I went to Yates Beer Garden with Audrey for a quick pub lunch today, feel as though I've spent alot of money, (£3.45), but it was worth it to sit there lazing (for only a scant hour, though) savouring steak and kidney pie amidst the elderly who were sitting there puffing lazily on ciggies or slowly drinking tea.

Audrey and I were talking about Revelations (heavy topic for lunch conversation huh?) and how the moon had turned red many years back and how there had already been an astoundingly heavy meteor shower; and how SARS and the bird flu seemed to signal the beginning of the end. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an end timesy kind of doomsday prophet but sometimes when I think about things and when the world is going to end, I get a little freaked out.

At times I imagine people I know and think about how they would behave during a war, whether they would be brave and longsuffering, or whether they would become bitter and complain, and the weirdest thing is I kind of have this uncanny feeling that there will be a World War Three one day and I will be put through the fire, to determine whether I'm made of dross or silver.

I know, I'm just in one of those moods...

Ruth