There was a marathon outside my cottage this morning. Lou and I walked into it and down the side of the Avon. A sharp and bright morning. A good walk. We mostly avoided getting caught up in the runners. Thousands of them, encouraged by enthusiastic clapping volunteers. Far too much energy for a slow Sunday morning.
Back into town and up to a friend’s house to put a blind up. Nothing like a spot of drilling. Masonry bits and wall plugs. I think and feel we got the thing in nicely, although maybe would have been smart to shore up the work with some screws. I think the wall plugs and plaster will hold it though and partly worried that screwing more holes into it will just weaken it. It’s not like the blind weighs a ton, and Allie is not going to be hulking it every night.
DIY and walk completed, Lou, Allie and I hit the One Elm for a Sunday roast. Ten of us including Jethro’s famille. A chance to break bread and break down the week. It’s been another lovely week and great to know we have no show tonight. We ate, talked and then rolled back to Waterside where the power kept cutting off. I’ve been breaking out the tarot cards this evening, but just for Lou, Arlo and Martha. It’s my spare set of the old grandmother cards I love, and it felt they were doing what they usually do. Mischievous fleshy colourful arty cards they are. I love working with them. Haven’t done enough recently.
Now I’m in bed. It’s barely 9pm for heaven’s sake. But bed feels like the place I wanna be. Three more weeks up here and some change. I wanna make the most of it. Who knows when I’ll next be here in this capacity – I’ll slubber the gloss of it while I can.
Need to write some postcards too. Time is starting to happen though, with no understudy commitments…
AlBarclay 