Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Andrew Sullivan over at The Daily Dish has a lovely feature called A View from Your Window. I am still in bed, not now ill ill so much as weak as a kitten. I know I am not ready to charge back into action because even the most glorious blue winter's day cannot tempt me. I am grumpy about this because of course I never get ill. This is my fantasy and I am sticking to it. I think it developed because one year everyone got whatever virus it was and I escaped; this crystallised my immunity in my mind, and no amount of empirical evidence will shift my underlying belief. Which is curious in itself, because most of the rest of the time I am a devoted empiricist and go around boring people by telling them what a damn child of the Enlightenment I am, as if they needed to know.
Anyway, just to divert you, here is the view from my sickbed, in a lovely east-facing room in my cousin's house:
I can also see this:
(I freely admit the whole dog thing is getting entirely out of control.)
Do you notice the amazingly chic dog blanket? I got it from the marvellous Black-Faced Sheep in the village of Aboyne, which also makes excellent lattes and delicious cheesecake, so if you are ever motoring through Deeside, do stop and pay them a visit. http://www.blackfacedsheep.co.uk/
I am taking some chicken soup, so you will be glad to know that this weakness and whimsy shall soon pass and you shall have a proper blog again.