Where have you been ?

Being away from this blog far too long!  Due to a hubble of bank holidays, new markets & other little too personal things, I haven't allowed myself the time to write.
A philosophical background doesn't entail to write , without having read first.
Few success stories to tell:  
#Goulash & #ChilliConCarne are becoming a popular way in Greenwich Market to sample our bread ( That splash of beer in the stew as a secret ingredient  may help ).
Above any expectation,... perhaps even bypassing the ones brought in from Mary Porta's TV show, artisan bread in Roman Road Market is selling like hot cakes ( or mash&pie if you prefer).
To autocelebrate our comeback in Covent Garden Piazza with our pink wall of giant raspberry meringues, I would indulge with words which are both funny and thoughtful like the following ones:

THE AD-DRESSING OF
CATS

You've read of several kinds of Cat,
And my opinion now is that
You
should need no interpreter
to understand their character.
You now have
learned enough to see
That Cats are much like you and me
And other people
whome we find
Possessed of various types of mind.
For some are sane and
some are mad
And some are good and some are bad
And some are better, some
are worse -
But all may be described in verse.
You've seen them both at
work and games,
And learnt about their proper names,
Their habits and
their habitat:
But
How would you ad-dress a Cat?



So first, your memory I'll jog,
And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG.



Now Dogs pretend they like to fight;
They often bark, more seldom
bite;
But yet a Dog is, on the whole,
What you would call a simple
soul.
Of course I'm not including Pekes,
And such fantastic canine
freaks.
The usual Dog about the Town
Is much inclined to play the
clown,
And far from showing too much pride
Is frequently
undignified.
He's very easily taken in -
Just chuck him underneath the
chin
Or slap his back or shake his paw,
And he will gambol and
guffaw.
He's such an easy-going lout,
He'll answer any hail or
shout.



Again I must remind you that
A Dog's a Dog - A CAT'S A CAT.



With Cats, some say, one rule is true:
Don't speak till you are spoken
to.
Myself, I do not hold with that -
I say, you should ad-dress a
Cat.
But always keep in mind that he
Resents familiarity.
I bow, and
taking off my hat,
Ad-dress him in this form: O CAT!
But if he is the Cat
next door,
Whom I have often met before
(He comes to see me in my
flat)
I greet him with an OOPSA CAT!
I've heard them call him James
Buz-James -
But we've not got so far as names.
Before a Cat will
condescend
To treat you as a trusted friend,
Some little token of
esteem
Is needed, like a dish of cream;
And you might now and then
supply
Some caviare, or Strassburg Pie,
Some potted grouse, or salmon
paste -
He's sure to have his personal taste.
(I know a Cat, who makes a
habit
Of eating nothing else but rabbit,
And when he's finished, licks his
paws
So's not to waste the onion sauce.)
A Cat's entitled to
expect
These evidences of respect.
And so in time you reach your
aim,
And finally call him by his NAME.



So this is this, and that is that:
And there's how you AD-DRESS A
CAT.



T.S. Eliot