Books and litter

Monday 28th December, 2020

I was delighted to wake to another morning of sunshine. By midday it had gone and various warnings as to rain or even snow became strident. So I set off for my walk after completing an important letter. Now I am not sure if it is a Bank Holiday or not in Scotland or England. The post box had Monday written for the next collection. Never mind it is all part of the new world of uncertainty, lockdown, regulations and rumours so I just face the day and get on with it.

It was a lovely walk cold in the wind but very well arm out of it and in the off and on sunbursts. Not many people about and not many cars but there seemed to be buses galore with no one in them. I took my trusty grabber and filled a mere two bags with, once again, cigarette packets heading the list of detritus picked up.

On my return I had some superb ripe honeydew melon and a large slice of walnut pie. The main occupation has been books while in bed. It is warm in bed and I live the relaxation which comes with being flat on my back. As I write this so Rilke, Auden, Rumi, C.J.Sansom's ' Dominion ' and Gerald Seymour's 'Vagabond ' are next to me. It is an eclectic bunch but the intellectual, the scholarly, the meditative need a little fiction and investigative literature for me to cope. I am reading all five off and on together.

The books and the bed make me feel snug. Snug makes me feel safe and cozy and that is a real treat. I will frighten myself later with Black Narcissus on BBC1. I am a Rummer Godden fan and a man who likes to feel scared while being safe! Odd! But then it is a very odd world at present and I am trying to fit in! That is my excuse.