Healing and reeling
Able to get on with admin and a bit of writing quite well this morning. Not in pain any more, but wrung out after a month of assorted ailments. Able to walk to the post office, buy a bag of cherries and so on. (Cherries are my friends apparently.) Still sleeping loads. This year's Summer Suck really is going for it. Thanking my lucky stars I do not have to commute to London at the moment.
Listening to a Julian Barnes book at the moment, called The Sense of an Ending. A quietly wonderful book. Concise but packed with interesting ideas about memory, loss and life. Sparking lots of things in my head, including not so cheerfully memories of a friend I had lived with at university, who had died some years ago.
Lorraine home briefly and we walked through the meadowy flowers in the park for ten minutes, before she went out for a salad supper with the governors of the school she was a governor at till recently. She missed perhaps the most astonishing game of football in world cup history -- the 7-1 humiliation of Brazil by Germany. The nation of Brazil reeling in shock, and I was quietly reeling on the gold sofa too. Astonishing.
Listening to a Julian Barnes book at the moment, called The Sense of an Ending. A quietly wonderful book. Concise but packed with interesting ideas about memory, loss and life. Sparking lots of things in my head, including not so cheerfully memories of a friend I had lived with at university, who had died some years ago.
Lorraine home briefly and we walked through the meadowy flowers in the park for ten minutes, before she went out for a salad supper with the governors of the school she was a governor at till recently. She missed perhaps the most astonishing game of football in world cup history -- the 7-1 humiliation of Brazil by Germany. The nation of Brazil reeling in shock, and I was quietly reeling on the gold sofa too. Astonishing.
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