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
Is David Cameron the most deluded person in the world? He wants it all . wealthy, spoiled fat cat its all there, and having effed up the whole wonderful country we have the good fortune to live in , he cant just shut up and count his blessings . No here he is back in the limelight stealing the plot and asking for sympathy. Yes he lost a child so have many other people actually that is not an excuse for calling a disgraceful referendum. Surely this is as bad as invading Iraq . Blair is the same and now we have Major joining the bandwagon…. no these men have had their time and they need to get off the stage and let another lot “Eff” it up OK Dave has been depressed so write a decent book you egregious self serving has been I am never going to forgive you and millions of decent people feel the same. Do what Winston Churchill did build a wall and “never complain never explain” and get your toenails painted again….
It is not surprising that President Macron is touchy about his wife’s face, is the image we see in photos really her? it never quite fits the body it’s much to big and surely there must be a side view . It looks like something very fishy to me. .
Speaking of which the cradle snatching ninety year old might also not really be an actual person, there are different uniforms each day , Al Capone stuff for sports white shoes and zip suits and a very alarming Cliff Richard Jacket for one of the Killer sporting fixtures, white is quite creepy when there is only a back view. we flounce out of rooms even if they are silent and empty (flouncing out on oneself must be very traumatic) “self flouncing?) oh and sometimes with a tray on which the meal will be furiously removed from the table ? its called ” the revolving door syndrome” a metaphor which seems entirely appropriate. Oh but then there is the blue denim look for bin days which are Sundays and most of Saturday sorting …. never look in used brown paper bags but these are specially beloved. Other residents here have taken to preempting this objecting to the intimate search of their domestic an personnel lives but that dos not work as the bin position and contents are still an object of scrutiny even in full view of the neighbours . One of the neighbours bins has gone missing so they are sharing ours so tomorrow should be interesting.
Today moi clocked thirty seven thousand words into the new book despite the fact that we were all kept awake most of the night by events in the road. The bins were not out thank God.
WE took a Dyson to my courageous girl’s new House she is now inseparable from it I worked all the previous day on my latest book which makes me weep and that means it’s OK …
Also I defy anyone who did not weep during the Fall of Harvey Weinstein The women’s stories at the hands of this monster were compelling and shame on anyone who asks how believing me it happens. Please everyone buy Summer,s Grace .