Buoyancy

Mum had another poor night, which worries me. I slept fairly well, and thankfully my sore throat remained just a sore throat. Mum seems a smidge brighter, but is needing two sleeps during the day to compensate for lousy nights. After a light lunch, we listened  to a The Rest is History Podcast  about the Incas for an hour, and she went to bed again. 

Walking through Stonegrove Park this afternoon, I realised the importance of  remaining buoyant, and even I don't need Lorraine to tell me that a cheery nurse makes a person feel much better than a gloomy one. I'm doing my best. 

No egret in the park. I walked past the spot singing 'egrets I've seen a few, but then again too few to mention...' to myself. Then up Canon's Drive to look at the pond and some of the huge houses around there. One of the streets near the pond is called Lake View, which is a bit ambitious. At the end of Canon's Drive is North London Collegiate where Mum went for a short while having left boarding schoo, and where she met her old friend Diane.

I found Edgware in the February rain did not provide much uplift.  To Caffè Nero for a large coffee, took a notebook but had no ideas at all. Not even a single word. Caffeine is good, however, and is currently my drug of choice. 

Leaving the cafe I heard singing. A young woman gave me a folded piece of paper with 'How to find Peace' on it. 'It's about Jesus', she said. Outside the Broadwalk shopping centre there was a small choir from the Wembley Christian Fellowship. Someone was playing a drum with some flair, and the singing was unusually compelling perhaps because the congregation seemed mostly to be of south asian origin.

Spoke to Lorraine several times. Today she did Storytime, bought fish and chips for Pat and Maureen, and later saw Rosie in the Pond in Brighton and I miss her lots.  

Mum had only a very small glass of wine early this evening, and said she didn't fancy more. A nice text from Wynford, asking after Mum's health. MASH again. Luckily they are repeating episodes I don't think I've seen.

Below is there a C.S. Lewis/Pauline Baynes feel to today's photo of the wardrobey bench in the puddle.   and a glimpse up Canon's Drive. The idea of ordinary objects becoming magical.