David rang earlier to check that I was OK and to discuss our respective reading matter. He's got my copy of the absorbing Crossways in his bedroom and is rediscovering the five Melrose books by Edward St Aubin downstairs, which made me want to read them again. Mine are Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking upstairs, and a certain novel called Crudo for the daytime. It was quite appropriate that he should chek on me rather than the other way around. Although we are both 69, he is 4 months older than me. He wanted to know if I have enough food and sufficient logs, but hadn't realised that I have very efficient central heating. Well, I do have all my needs met apart from something along yummy lines, like cake, or the Co-op's chocolate biscuits. But it won't kill me to do without. Penny also rang to see what conditions are like up here, and reported that Framlingham is snowbound and they can't get down their road at all. It seems too that the road from here to Fram is blocked by huge snow drifts. I've barely seen a vehicle all day, but that's fine by me. Though I wouldn't want to be completely cut off and like to see a bit of life around me, the absence of noise and people is lovely for now. Hugo is mildly bemused by the change to our routine, but if it means more sleeping time he's good with that.
Thursday, 1 March 2018
Snoooow
I had a sudden terrible thought last night: if Charles hadn't had any children, the crown would have eventually passed to Andrew, and then to one of his daffy daughters. Imagine Beatrice, her of the massive puppy eyes, gawping toothy mouth and thick head, taking on the mantle of our Queen, with Fergie as the Queen Mother, the Cinderella story gone haywire! I don't know where this came from, but this scenario struck me as being so awful that the monarchy and the country with it would have collapsed within weeks, amid guffaws from the rest of the world. Thank heavens for solid, decent, reliable, dutiful, responsible William and his sensible wife. This is not a subject that normally preoccupies me, but having now watched both series of the brilliant, eminently watchable The Crown on Netflix, and already longing for the third, I can't help being relieved that we struck gold with Elizabeth when we could have had her stupid, selfish uncle. Love them, loathe them or be completely indifferent, they're a part of British life.
David rang earlier to check that I was OK and to discuss our respective reading matter. He's got my copy of the absorbing Crossways in his bedroom and is rediscovering the five Melrose books by Edward St Aubin downstairs, which made me want to read them again. Mine are Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking upstairs, and a certain novel called Crudo for the daytime. It was quite appropriate that he should chek on me rather than the other way around. Although we are both 69, he is 4 months older than me. He wanted to know if I have enough food and sufficient logs, but hadn't realised that I have very efficient central heating. Well, I do have all my needs met apart from something along yummy lines, like cake, or the Co-op's chocolate biscuits. But it won't kill me to do without. Penny also rang to see what conditions are like up here, and reported that Framlingham is snowbound and they can't get down their road at all. It seems too that the road from here to Fram is blocked by huge snow drifts. I've barely seen a vehicle all day, but that's fine by me. Though I wouldn't want to be completely cut off and like to see a bit of life around me, the absence of noise and people is lovely for now. Hugo is mildly bemused by the change to our routine, but if it means more sleeping time he's good with that.
David rang earlier to check that I was OK and to discuss our respective reading matter. He's got my copy of the absorbing Crossways in his bedroom and is rediscovering the five Melrose books by Edward St Aubin downstairs, which made me want to read them again. Mine are Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking upstairs, and a certain novel called Crudo for the daytime. It was quite appropriate that he should chek on me rather than the other way around. Although we are both 69, he is 4 months older than me. He wanted to know if I have enough food and sufficient logs, but hadn't realised that I have very efficient central heating. Well, I do have all my needs met apart from something along yummy lines, like cake, or the Co-op's chocolate biscuits. But it won't kill me to do without. Penny also rang to see what conditions are like up here, and reported that Framlingham is snowbound and they can't get down their road at all. It seems too that the road from here to Fram is blocked by huge snow drifts. I've barely seen a vehicle all day, but that's fine by me. Though I wouldn't want to be completely cut off and like to see a bit of life around me, the absence of noise and people is lovely for now. Hugo is mildly bemused by the change to our routine, but if it means more sleeping time he's good with that.
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