Outside...

So the flu drags on, giving us time to ruefully contrast what most people call 'a flu' with the real thing.
We ventured outside though, for the first time since Christmas Eve. Where were the walls? Where was the ceiling? It was very strange. To the supermarket and despite Lorraine's repeated dizzy spells, we managed to load up the car with essentials and get home. Spent the afternoon recovering wanly from these exertions. We'd bought the fixings for a fisherman's pie and from these Lorraine constructed a potatoey pie marvel.

In the evening the streamy, sneezing returned in full force and, absurdly, one violent sneeze whiplashed my neck so badly that I got agonising pains spreading across my shoulders and now have a sore neck too.

Otherwise a melee of TV, podcasts, and listening to Boneland by Alan Garner, as an audiobook. A challenging read, which is an adult book, which is a fifty years on sequel from Garner's Children's books The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, and the Moon of Gomrath.  The adult book follows the boy in the stories, Colin, who has evolved into a super-intelligent person with Asperger syndrome who also has no memory of his life before thirteen, who is tormented by the idea he had a twin among the stars.  The other half of the book is mythological stuff, a Genesis in Alderley Edge which I was not sure about at first, but am warming to.

Below The Sneeze by Dana Schutz 2002.



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