A wet, gloomy Friday has left Point with a slight sniffle and a rather foul mood.
Looking for some appropriate lines for Lady Divine's dilemma Point came across these: not quite helpful enough for the unfortunate damsel but worth reproducing here:
All things pass but love remains
So sang the actress in a play;
A soothing song to still life's pains:
Would it were the truth of everyday!
Love passes, all else remains
And with it go life's fitful gains:
Tossed for brief while in joyous fears
Love casts about and disappears.