spent todaydoing some work experience of sorts in th eexcellent ma*rx deli in broomhill - he said a litle while ago that if i wanted to spend a day in there getting a feel for what a coffee shop might run like, that i could, so i did.

i actually had a really good time, in some ways i was in at the deep end - taking calls in the first 5 mins of starting, making various types of coffees i'd never even drunk before etc. there were certainly parts where you'd run off adrenaline, which made a pleasant change form my usual job note taking (which starts next week...).

anyway, i had a lot of coffee today, which i think my body is still recovering form, hence being up at 1.40am. need to sleep.

found a cool poem by hardy today:




great things



sweet cyder is a great thing,

a great thing to me,

spinning down to weymouth town

by ridgway thirstily,

and maid and mistress summoning

who tend the hostelry:

o cyder is a great thing,

a great thing to me!



the dance it is a great thing,

a great thing to me,

with candles lit and partners fit

for night-long revelry;

and going home when day-dawning

peeps pale upon the lea:

o dancing is a great thing,

a great thing to me!



love is, yea, a great thing,

a great thing to me,

when, having drawn across the lawn

in darkness silently,

a figure flits like one a-wing

out from the nearest tree:

o love is, yes, a great thing,

a great thing to me!



will these be always great things,

great things to me? . . .

let it befall that one will call,

"soul, i have need of thee":

what then? joy-jaunts, impassioned flings,

love, and its ecstasy,

will always have been great things,

great things to me!





i never really liked poetry at school. appreciate it a bit more now....