Sunday June 12, 2005
Cold, grey, and raining on and off all day. A day best spent inside, looking out.
“This could almost be Wales,” I said, glumly.
“Never forget that,” said Graham.
“What do you mean?”
“You had to be there.”
“I was there.”
“Well, there you are, then.”
Reader’s note: I’m going through one of those irritating periods when my eyes itch, blur, and feel incapable of focus. Until things improve, and, yes, I am seeking medicaire, I’m applying the Optrex and taking it easy, avoiding too much strain. I especially don’t feel I should spend too much time squinting at my computer screen. So the entries here will be brief for a while. Stick with me—these periods don’t tend to last too long.