A cup of chamomile and a blast of warmth from the electric blanket. I’m thinking it might be time to switch the heating off again… Not that the world is warm again round here. More to try and encourage it to be so.
The morning was glorious today. That’s undeniable. Bright sun and crisp light. I was walking the streets and over to the park. I’m hoping it stays like this, as I’ll be back to the wood and the cats tomorrow, after my expensive lack of a trip to Budapest.
Today has been pleasantly still. No real pressure to achieve. Somewhere in Wales, a letter has been posted telling me the consequences of an administrative fuckup that I’m still dealing with. I need an accountant. The court will likely hit me with a figure I can’t afford and needlessly make things harder in terms of the admin. My initial resistance was when I was quoted an eye-watering sum. Now I’m in trouble.
But the world is glorious. Brian and I watched John Wick 4, the ridiculous shooty end to a ridiculous shooty fantasy. Now I’m having my happy hot toddy and staring down the barrel of Dreamland.
AlBarclay 