I’ve just finished a conversation with the friend – the husband, that is, of the couple – who stayed the other night. As I said, he’s a great raconteur and conversationalist and my landline phone actually ran out of battery, so I phoned him back.
Perdita is a darling, the morning went well. Ronan was a little frustrated by a colleague who keeps changing meeting times – everyone works from home, which is fine if you have self-discipline and can prepare, but maybe this person can’t. But to change the time twice and then the day has knock-on effects to other participants and I suspect there will be observations made to the person’s manager. I was playing with, reading to and singing with little Perdita while Ro was working, so all was tranquil on my side.
Eloise cat is lying on Tim’s table, looking relaxed. She spent the evening outside, so doesn’t know I had crab for dinner. Half of it remains, so she’ll be welcome to share the rest tomorrow. I’m not in the mood to cook, or even to prepare food at present, so it’s only a sense of self-respect that stops me living on crisps and chocolate.
That photo is returning me to happier times. I thought it was taken the year that we moved here, or the next year at any rate, but all my children disagree and tell me that I’m a couple of years out. It was still a happy time and I might feel like retreating there. Reminiscing can be good for you.
Glad to learn that you relax a bit.
Sometimes it is crisps & chocolate.
Yes, sometimes it is. I’m okay with that too. But not every meal, that tends to make me judge myself and that isn’t good. Always a balancing act. I do try to look after myself and not to take life too seriously.
The past never disappoints the way the future always can. Given a chocie, I’d live in the late 70s with the knwledge and wisdom I now have.
I’m sure I’d make new mistakes, if I had a second chance. Probably I’m better not harking back, but remembering good times is another matter.