Thursday April 24, 2008
Yesterday’s excursions and alarrums have left me feeling a teensy bit jaded today. I’ve managed to find makings for a tasty little lunch, saying that I shall do Sainsbury’s late this afternoon “when this band of rain has moved away”. I probably shall, too, unless I can find a really good reason not to.
I was going to go on: “When I’m tired I seldom want to go out” but that’s not entirely true. The fact is I have very little inclination to go out at all just now, tired or not. I’m happy and comfortable in my nice little house, and not much tempted to swap it for smelly old Bridgwater. I don’t hate the town, and I’m not going to beseech the bombs to come fall on it. It’s just that it’s not the kind of place of which you might inquire: “And is there honey still for tea?”