I don’t want to go to back to work today

I want to sleep in under the duvet as the dark ice hardens Bluebell’s windscreen wipers.

In winter I hate coming home to a silent dark house.

The dogs will be at Trendy Carol’s and Albert is usually asleep in the West wing’s Office

and so the cottage is quiet and still and empty which I drive down the lane.

I often leave a light on in the living room to make the cottage more welcoming but tonight I will be faced with a row of fairy lights, left by my sister in the patio revamp of yesterday.

I will post photos of her work once the gravel is laid but yesterday she’s planted out camellia, and ferns and evergreen broad leaves as will as hellebores, heucheras, and tiny almost delicate herbs in miniature terracotta pots .

Delicate bulbs and flowers have filled a hanging basket and spring primulas fill the gaps within the bowls and buckets and planters with cheerful greenery.

It looks lovely

The solar powered fairly lights have been wrapped very carefully around the beams above, giving the cottage a rather cheerful aspect in the dark.

Mr Poznań had walked by very carefully, like an ageing king penguin, when I took the dogs out before choir zoom meeting at 6.30

I asked him if he’d liked the new light display 

“ Very Pretty …..very gay “ was his simple reply 

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Honesty

As usual on a Tuesday might, I saddled up Clint and headed for our nearest "Lidl" store on Chesterfield Road. It wasn't a big shopping expedition.

Annoyingly, none of the serviced checkout counters were operational so I had to put my purchases through one of of those irritating self-service checkouts. When it was all done and I had paid my bill with a contactless Visa card, I noticed that I had forgotten to put a single courgette (American: zucchini) through the till. It was still in my trolley.

I admit that for a moment, I was very tempted to sling that thing into one of my shopping bags and just walk out of the discount supermarket. But I didn't because I knew that if I had done that, the act of dishonesty would have preyed on me. Consequently I put the single courgette through the self checkout process and paid a further forty seven pence. It felt better to have done that.

That's the kind of bloke I am these days. I try my best to live honestly - no cheating and no lies. It feels better that way. I can sleep easily in my bed with a clear conscience.

In contrast, our country's prime minister seems to be full of lies. He lied about the benefits that leaving The European Union would bring to Great Britain and he lied about the drinks parties that happened in the very seat of government during the worst times of the pandemic when this country was in shutdown mode.

My mother would frequently retort, "I can't bear liars!". She would have been disgusted with this country's current political leader. Lying is as much a part of his character  as his inability to say "sorry" and really mean it. For him, every pretentious "sorry" is qualified. 

If he had an ounce of dignity he would have already resigned and gone off into the wilderness to write his bestselling memoirs. Hopefully, it won't be long before he is squeezed out like the last globule from a toothpaste tube. He's customarily lazy and self-obsessed and doesn't have the wherewithal to MBGA (Make Britain Great Again).

Rant over. Ahhhh... that feels better.

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Choir

 

I needed choir tonight.

Perhaps it’s the wolf moon, but I sensed that all the choir did .

We met on zoom…the singing unimportant 

Hattie’s baby Freya was there, Mary too on my knee like the baby she is, and lovely Heulwen, Jamie, Margaret and John, Gill, Hillary, Claire and Sarah and the others including the ever cheerful Lyndi without her Charlie

It was nice to see them all

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Questions

 What are you reading?

What are you cooking/baking?

What are you ordering?

What are you watching?

What are you drinking?

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But What?

 I’m feeling somewhat unsettled today and I don’t know quite why.

I had an unsettled night.

So much so that Dorothy woke up from her sleep apnoea slumber to lick the back of my neck until I fell asleep again.

I have a sense of waiting for something important is about to happen.

But I have no idea of just what that something is.

It’s wrong footing me, somewhat.

I woke at dawn, with the bedroom full of a strange red glow and went outside to look and photograph  the frozen but fiery sky to the east.

Further down the lane Trendy Carol had been photographing the skyline too. She was dressed in a fashionable long green coat and hat.

“ We are taking the girls tomorrow arnt we ?” She called , bringing a type of normality to the unreal morning.

I’m back at work on days after today.

I feel I’m waiting for someone to knock on the door .

Or for the phone to ring.

Or a message to ping.

It’s a strange feeling.

My sister is coming to organise my “patio” with its half arsed planters this afternoon and I’m meeting some friends shortly for lunch shortly.

Choir on zoom later, and I’ve collected all of the ingredients to make gyoza dumplings for my healthy lunch tomorrow.

The dogs have been walked and fed

And Dorothy is watching me carefully under a heavy brow from her usual spot on the kitchen reading chair 

Something is going to happen…I’m sure of it 

But what ?

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