~ Delicious caramel flavour cough mixture can't stop me coughing at 6 am. I come downstairs and cough freely on the sofa for a while, and wish I had the energy and the will to keep my eyes open and do something more constructive (didn't I used to blog at this hour? Those were the days...). I fall asleep and don't wake up until 8.30. So then, it being Sunday and I being poorly (-ish), I allow myself a day on the sofa to answer an e-mail to a friend and read the second half of Atonement. I feel too desultory to write, but finish the book, then write the e-mail and take Molly for a walk, so that's not too bad. I certainly found Atonement a gripping read, I don't mind that he's wordy and allusive and uses a lot of adjectives and changes of pace and style, but I did feel a bit toyed with and cheated at the end. Actually that reminded me of the end of Villette, I wonder if anyone else has noticed that?
Not sure what the beautiful thing was there, maybe lazing on the sofa with a book.
~ We keep the curtains open until last thing at this time of year, often don't close the back ones at all. Sitting where I am now, it's almost dark, and I look out on the open timbers of the lean-to barn. The familiar form of a blackbird sweeps up and lands on them, silhouetted against the last light in the sky, its tail and head cocked upward, I imagine rather than hear its jagged call.
~ Mexican orange, second flowering. They smell delicious.
The Sunday Painter
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