Give Caesar ...

...the things which are Caesar's. If someone says that of Urrah, I take it as a compliment.

An Italian, discerning friend - now great lover of the stuff - said that to me back in December.

This morning a huge truck parked on the corner of the hill slicing away the pavement curve. The driver didn't want to help at first. He was afraid of the leftover wrapping. Then he saw six ladies coming out the house to help and he became more sheepish.

After, a mistaken coffee blend was served. We did a preemptive French bashing session, as you can't expect too much by French coffee. Clem took it quite well.

Well, it was light but pleasant and has kept me nicely on a roll all morning. So Give Caesar the things which are Caesar's!

And apologies to French coffee.