And so here we are, another November has come around. Where does the time go?
Anyway to mark today here's Thomas Hood's celebrated poem, one I've always admired ever since hearing Leo McKern recite it in a suitably mournful tone in an episode from the first series of Rumpole of the Bailey
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon-
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -