Wednesday, April 24, 2024

Done, moon and Irish fairy tales.

1. A meeting that is over by 9.30am.

2. A big full moon is stuck on next door's chimney pots.

3. By my bed is a large and comforting book of Irish fairy tales that I can use to read myself into sleep. The last two stories involved heroes whose values or physical needs clashed with their quest so they failed -- but one got more chances; and the other was forgiven entirely.

Consolation, Effra and icing.

1. I flee Tunbridge Wells and its water woes for a day of wandering London with my aunt. A bit of Turner, a bit of Constable and some miscel...