I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high of veils and hills.

When all at once I saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils, beside the lake beneath

the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle

on the Milky Way, they stretched in never-ending line along the margin of a bay.

10,000 sore eye at a glance tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them

danced, but they outdid the sparkling waves in glee. A poet could not but be gay in such a

joking company. I gazed and gazed, but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft when on my couch I lie in vacant or impensive mood, they flash upon that inward eye which

is the bliss of solitude. And then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.

Well that was Tom Moriotti, David, and a little bit of Wordsworth, just to get this podcast up

and running in time on a fashion. Sometimes when we set up a podcast, we decide to pod and arrange

for a zoom link and all that sort of thing. I occasionally loosely draw up an agenda, don't I?

Yeah, what do you call it? It's got a technical term.

Running order? Agenda? Running order, that's that running order.

Yeah, and running order. And I kind of want to do you're very good at that.

Do normally do have a very sometimes it can be quite accurate and it creates a blueprint for what

we're going to do. Yet just by the very nature of our podcast, we tend to stray off running order

quite often. But today we don't have any running order. No, it was, I think that last the last

episode, I think I think we spoke for 17 minutes before we had the opening title. I can't

remember what sort of alleyways and avenues we ran down last time, but it was, yeah, it was pretty

mad. But no, this time, this time nothing really, except to say, this is, you know, this recording,

that's the best ever start of podcast, isn't it? Somebody comes in and it's like, yeah,

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