Personal Blogs

The wife of a friend has written a (*version of) a song that I just cannot stop playing.  I find it strikingly beautiful. 

Today I have some actual work to do (the work that pays the bills type) and then I think I will have a read of my books.  I feel calm, and relaxed after several hours running yesterday, and the idea of curling up with a book is a pleasant one.  I just have to make sure I pick up the right book...

Tomorrow I am going to a housewarming in London.  I hope I get an opportunity to go into the city as well.  That probably comes as a surprise given my fear of crowds, but London is different.  London I like.  Nobody tries to talk to you and nobody makes eye contact.  Nobody has time for anyone else in their busy lives, and I know that I can go about my day undisturbed. 

I just received a letter from my Great Uncle.  He is 95 years old (or possibly 94), and still going strong.  He writes in his letter of his difficulty in mastering the art of e-mail.  I find it incredible that someone of his age is still attempting to adapt to these technologies.  I feel that I would have probably just left well alone were I in his position.  I sent him a picture of the balloon fiesta in an e-mail, and he has commented that he counted 24 balloons.  I'm not sure that the general population would have noted that, but, disconcertingly, it was a fact that I had already established.  It never hurts to get confirmation I suppose!  I am of the impression that he and I are very similar, and had we been closer in age would have had much to talk about.  As it is, I think that particular link has been instead made with his son, whom I met for lunch the other day.

Well, it's been a very long and lazy breakfast fiddling about on here, and now the time has come to start the day.