This is about Tuesday but is posted late. On Wednesday afternoon. Been busy. Feeling tired!
i slept quite well but awoke around 04.90. This was not good. Coffee kept me ticking over, while I watched the first episode of The Way in order to pass the time. This was a recommended watch in the Guardian, and is by directed by Michael Sheen and set in Wales. Of course Michael Sheen is an exceptionally loyal welsh Welshman. Quote:
“The opening episode is something so different and fresh that even if you can’t say you’re actively enjoying it (though I was), the power and ambition of it all, the unashamed idiosyncrasy that permeates the direction, the allusiveness of the narrative and its slightly dreamlike (or nightmarish) off-kilter quality surely makes you sit up and take notice. It has a clear, accessible narrative at its heart, for sure, but the sensibility is rare and all its own.”
I hung in there and look forward to the remaining two episodes.
I took myself off to Didcot for my swim. It was daylight, and, for once, the roads were dry. Though there is a location between Blewbury and Hagbourne where the road is more like a river. Still. I can’t work out why. Low lying I suppose.
The swim was swum and I was home again before long, showered and off on my way out with H. Back to Cholsey and its ponds, though on a different trail from previous days. H displayed a rebellious streak by scarpering into a deep corner of the field and disappearing. Next thing I knew she had found a hole in the fence and was trotting along the parallel road, which is more of a lane, but is used by cars.
The folly of her actions dawned on her and she found a way through the hedge to gawp at me from the other side of the fence she had recently escaped through. There was no way through at this spot.
But being a dog of exceptional intelligence, she found her way back to the corner of the field and slipped through her original hole.
Thereafter, she stayed close and behaved impeccably. It was not a nice sunny day, Just grey and boring.
I dropped her off at home and set off to meet Carer friends at the remodeled Hilliers at Hermitage. The restaurant was busy, three of us awaited whilst some people vacated a table large enough for all of us and we tucked into a jacket potato. Or I did.
It was good to catch up with everyone . Marie brought Anthony who sat quietly, mourning the lack of other male company, whilst he read the paper.
Brenda has her pre-op for her knee operation tomorrow. It will take place in exactly one month’s time.
I can’t remember what O did with the rest of the day. Obviously nothing very remarkable. I called in at the Illis to say that because I had seen them the day before, I would not hang around with them today. In any case, little H had been on her own for long enough.
Thursday is Ali’s birthday and the occasion of a Minor Pottery Throw Down. We shall see!
Thought for the Day
Heidi a few weeks after she joined our family
Tony meets the Queen
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