Posted by Tania Kindersley.
I have nothing of interest to report. It was not a good day, nor a bad day. It was a blah day.
I did some work, not nearly as successful and focussed as I would like, but still. I ate some food. I walked the dog. I attempted some ultimately unsuccessful admin. It ended in failure partly due to my own incompetence, partly because no-one WILL CALL ME BACK OR REPLY TO MY EMAILS.
So sorry about that.
The Brother-in-law did make me laugh a lot on the telephone, which is not nothing.
I thought about Libya, because every day one must think about Libya. Somewhere in cyberspace, Polly Toynbee was talking about class. I felt vaguely sorry for Madonna, whose film has been trashed at Venice. (One star out of five in The Guardian.)
The Pigeon was especially sweet. But then she seems to increase in sweetness each day, defying all laws of physics and everything.
I went to the village and bought: rosemary essential oil, silver polish, a copy of The Independent, and crab claws. This seems a very odd assortment. Still, I love crab claws, and I need the protein.
I suddenly realise it is September. Not sure how that happened. The weather continues low and oppressive and dull; it is neither flesh, fowl, nor good red herring. Normally I feel a sense of violent excitement as autumn comes on. I love autumn. I feel it as a season of new beginnings. But today there is no thrill, just a mild grumpiness that there has been no sunshine for days and days. I wonder if it is possible I am developing a Vitamin D deficiency. It would be quite embarrassing if I ended up with rickets.
Ah well, I think. It can’t be a banner day every day. I shall do some more work and make some more notes and think some more thoughts, and see if I can scavenge a sense of achievement from the blahness.
Too dreich today to take the camera out, so here is a rather random selection of pictures from the last couple of weeks:
I do find the one ear up one ear down look quite captivating:
And these are just too pretty for words: