This took my eye at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. Can't remember what it is, but that doesn't really matter - my knowing what it is obviously isn't vital to life.
Tomorrow I will have been home a fortnight. I've been doing a lot of philosophising and am going to cut a lot of crap out of my life and concentrate on what matters. I still need to take sleeping pills, but don't really mind if I just lie awake in bed for hours, relishing the fact that it is my very own bed! I used to think my dislike of travelling was neurotic but now I'm coming to the belief that it is a good, normal way to be. There is no place like home.
Being able to make a cup of tea or coffee when you feel like it, pull out some weeds, paint a picture or play the piano are all impossible when you're not in your own home. I'm unsubscribing from dozens of email things I never had time to read, anyway, and that gives me time for stuff from friends. I think I'll limit watching the - always bad - television news to once a week, as what is the point of sitting there absorbing the world's violence and horror when you can't do a thing about it????????? Instead of listening to talk on the radio I'll stick with ABC Classic FM. And I never want to help a child learn to read again.
The other night I was curled up with Muffy, watching Kenneth Branagh being Wallander on the telly until I could bear it no longer, so switched it off and went to bed. Everything is so damned contrived - can't we just have a plain old murder mystery? Most of the old regulars have become so filled with mangled bodies being examined close-up by forensic doctors it makes me ill.
Being able to make a cup of tea or coffee when you feel like it, pull out some weeds, paint a picture or play the piano are all impossible when you're not in your own home. I'm unsubscribing from dozens of email things I never had time to read, anyway, and that gives me time for stuff from friends. I think I'll limit watching the - always bad - television news to once a week, as what is the point of sitting there absorbing the world's violence and horror when you can't do a thing about it????????? Instead of listening to talk on the radio I'll stick with ABC Classic FM. And I never want to help a child learn to read again.
The other night I was curled up with Muffy, watching Kenneth Branagh being Wallander on the telly until I could bear it no longer, so switched it off and went to bed. Everything is so damned contrived - can't we just have a plain old murder mystery? Most of the old regulars have become so filled with mangled bodies being examined close-up by forensic doctors it makes me ill.
2 comments:
What a person needs to feel happy or at the least comfortable!
I love that feeling of snuggling down into your own bed - even if you have only been away for one night.
A long time ago I stopped being addicted to watching and listening to the news now I only take a peek at the newspaper which my dear one is prone to buying. xx
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