forgotten clothing

Team meeting today took place over lunch. I can't help but suspect that this was in order to cut down on the amount of general lamenting over forthcoming dissolution of team, move up to Leeds, etc. It's hard to declaim a really convincing whine when your mouth is full of sandwich.

Bits and pieces of snow today, nothing too heavy, sometimes even when the sky was still partly clear and the sun visible. Also very cold. Okay, not really really really cold, but cold enough.

Went through my wardrobe and cleared out a lot of stuff, including several jackets which were really too small now, and similar things, and clothes I haven't worn for more than five years . . . The two things which it hurt most to let go of were a grey jacket from Wallis which was my first proper suit jacket -- double-breasted, with immense collar and lapels, and to me one of the first real steps into adulthood -- and my first proper evening dress, black velvet bodice and lots of drifts of black veiling. Again, loved it dearly.

It's surprisingly bitter to think of them not hanging there any longer.

Meeting up with friends tomorrow evening to go out for supper at a local Chinese restaurant. Will see what the weather's like before deciding how to get down there. Walking in the snow may be pretty, but . . .

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I am never forget the day I first meet the great Lobachevsky.
In one word he told me secret of success in mathematics:
( Plagiarize! )