R's rue

Of course our Little Phoebe lives a life of innocence. She has no need for a gloom-ometer and she is utterly unaware of the war in Ukraine, Trump or Johnson, the stock market or the concept of death. At present this world is a treasure house of interest and delight. Today I held her hand as she looked at  ducks on the pond in Endcliffe Park. She was besotted and she even waved at them though they didn't wave back. A few months ago, I sat her on my knee to watch videos of children's songs on "YouTube". She was enthralled. As her conversation skills remain rudimentary she began to signal that she wanted to watch videos by using the term "Baa-baa!" - presumably after one of her favourites - "Baa Baa Black Sheep" starring Little Tiny. She will sometimes stand by the study door saying pleadingly, "Baa-baa! Baa-baa!". We have had to learn to limit these sessions as given half a chance she would be glued to the screen for ages. One of her cu...

  Mrs Trellis has just left me the best of gifts on the kitchen wall . It’s a plastic blue frog with his mouth open , wrapped in one of her ubiquitous red napkins. The message, on yellow writing paper with it read simply “ Get Well Soon” and just in case I missed it , she has just left me a message on my answerphone saying that she had visited  Well she left two actually .. The message ended with  “ He reminded me of you !”  He’s a cheerful soul…. And I’ve placed him in my planter housing yellow daisies He’s a water feeder !    from Going Gently https://ift.tt/uqdYGmD

My routine is piss boring .  In bed by eleven. Walking dogs around 7 am and sleep in until well after 11 am Half the day gone in sleep. My covid swab remains positive. Let’s change the subject. There is an image that seems to be living rent free in my head today.  It is the haunted and frightened face of Kelly Holmes as she discussed coming out as gay woman on the tv programme This Morning.  I didn’t watch the interview , nor did I need to Holmes’ motivation in choosing the medium she did, but I was struck by the fear in her face.  Pure, unadulterated fear. No one should experience such terrible emotion  No one.  And to sit alone on that studio couch seemed so wrong to me. There’s nothing more flitting around in my head today. I haven’t the concentration for a book. I’ve cleaned out the kitchen flotsam drawer and watered the planters  The colours in the garden borders look cheerful  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/xq...