I keep being told about all the virtuous activities people (even of my vast age) are doing , they are busy night and day chopping wood hoovering the skirting boards taking up crochet making egg cosies, sowing for victory wearing hoods and gathering kindling wood. Even Goddammit writing books . Now steady on thats what I can do , but not just now because I am a sloth drowning in lethargy. I have put my book about colonial slavery aside and should write about these heroines …… but hold on I have decided to turn over a new leaf, I will collect the mountains of dog shit which has started to accumulate on the pavement mix it with compost and bag it up to sell on t street at five pounds a go beautifully packaged as fertiliser , I will give the profit to a worthy cause and meanwhile I have found some very old sanitary napkins which have been surplus to requirements for many years, and make them into masks that I will post to my virtuous acquaintances not the men though they could get the wrong end of the stick when their virtuous spouses return from foraging,. Actually I don’t really get it, the thing is that virtue does not require witnesses does it , so I am coming up for another sofa slurp with the divine Alice pictured below, she snores away while I watch the birds taking their evening bath and think a cocktail.
Oh by the way the asteroid is coming next week, So KBO ( keep buggering on) yep the great British public are brave indeed and I think of the wretched women and children being murdered by their partners at the moment , I ask you how can these tragic women get to a phone and go to an app, they can’t they die ? Yes they do and so do their kids . the only thing is to remove the abuser and lock him up … ever thought of that ? Abusers are cunning, it is a terror for these families and this has been condoned in a male world for too long decent men do not slap women about in secret it is learned behaviour and we have another generation being carefully schooled God Help Us .
There is a time for remembering moment of sublime happiness, and indeed people are dreaming wonderful things at the moment. Gone are the hours of anxiety about the broken tumble drier of the bad hair date . There is pleasure in a gift on the doorstep in the food trading emerging in our street or a conversation over the garden fence. And the dreams are astonishing I dream of my late teens spent living with Paul and Jessie Maze in the Sussex downs where I got a taste of what real life could be the smell of oil paint reverence to an elderly man and his wife who fulfilled the promise of parents I had never had , the silky mound of spaniels on the sofa we still use today calm order of a well ordered house French country food ,learning the skills of housekeeping laughter around the table we still use. And above all the wisdom of an elderly man ….. and his adoring muse . Wonderful times . A friend said to me yesterday that looking back on her life she could not remember ever experiencing sublime happiness now that would be truly awful.
Of course nothing beets the birth of a child and the the first Christmas with your own home made family ….. the first outing with the new born,. there are good times to come believe me .
There is a horrible feeling of eugenics going on, a sinister, subliminal voice, which speaks Senocide; ie, locking all the wise/older folk, who are, roughly, give or take, 70 years young, in their houses, like forgotten lepers. We have our uses. Actually as one of the latter, people planners, should know, this is contrary to all that is natural, and good in human nature, as I, have experienced. The spirit of community here ,where we live, is amazing. Gifts of shopping, are left on the doorstep. The Times buggered up my eyes today; there was too much negative info in it, not enough wisdom, from the wigwam. A good friend here is reading my book Summers Grace, a novel set in the time of the Plague 1646, when half of Europe died; we must count our blessings. Have a lovely day. you are all amazing and wonderful.
The Times newspaper has decided to print good news as well as Covid horror. Eg the return return of the house sparrow, the recovery of wales I mean the marine kind… there is also better news on the environment plus the gardens are poignantly. beautiful shame on all the people who have made a fortune on the sales of hand sanitiser …. the big C is a man made virus and but no bacterial stuff will kill it , just a good lather with soap and water which breaks down its nasty little layer of fat without which it cannot sustain itself . This I learned from the John Hopkin institute along with thousands of others, it was by far the best explanation of the evil monster I have seen. Of course the mantra is “”Bleach for Britain Iists the only thing for everything but invest in rubber gloves , cracked skin is a potential killer.
Now on the positive, Moi has been catatonic-ally silent for five months, whilst processing unthinkable domestic circumstances but a calm happy house plus a four legged charmer enjoys the sparrows the blossom and the fabulous pride this country can build a four thousand bed hospital in two weeks listen up China, whilst your live markets still flourish nature is watching .Keep Buggering on brilliant Btitain