First ramble of the year and it is a ramble as I have been leading a very quiet life the last couple of weeks and it has been most welcome. OK I have moved my bedroom furniture around, cleared out my wardrobe and also cleaned my oven (yes really) but apart from that I have done a lot of lolling, sleeping and pottering. I do love a good potter.
I have also been catching up on all those progs you record and think Oh I will watch that some time. Half the time I don't and end up deleting them. At the moment I have two, yes two Ring cycles to watch (will probably keep the one with Bryn in and get shot of the other) two Macbeths, a Swan Lake, Romeo and Juliet (ballet) and a programme about Placido Domingo to get through. Then practically the entire last series of Grand Designs which I will definitely watch as I love watching these people getting themselves into oceans of debt and mortgages trying to do up a ruined castle or build a modern house in the middle of a swamp. These people always say they have a tight budget and then they end up slinging about a million quid on their piece of heaven and I think to myself blimey my idea of a tight budget is eating baked beans if the electricity bill has to be paid.
Anyway you get my drift. Idleness has been the order of the day, sleeping well and having a plenty of lie ins and then wandering around with the blissful knowledge that if I want to sit down all day and do nothing I can. I have too though I will admit to having downloaded a Mahjong app on my iPad which is seriously addictive. I have also taken up my knitting needles again after successfully knitting a pair of legwarmers for Florence. They were not brilliant and my plain and purl got a tad wobbly at times but it has got me back into the swing of it and I am finding it all rather relaxing.
I have my schedule re grandchildren worked out for the next three months and in the diary and am girding up my loins to get stuck in. I love it of course and am looking forward to going up to London this week. After a few weeks I suffer withdrawl symptoms if I do not hug Florence or Beatrice.
And of course Kathryn is back in Australia and I had to get used to that again and am grateful for a busy and happy life to take my mind off it all. While she was here the Sydney seige took place in Martin Plaza where forty years ago I walked through every day to get to my office; Kathryn now does the same and we were laughing about this the day before it all happened. And now Paris. I do not write politically on this blog or give my views on world affairs as it is not my place on Random to impose my views on anybody, but I have been horrified over the last few days at the awful events in France. I simply cannot comprehend how anybody can behave in this way. To have such a distorted view of the world and its people and to be so full of hatred must be a dreadful thing. I try to think how angry and unhappy they must be to perpetrate such atrocities and try to understand, but I am afraid I cannot. I just feel an overpowering sense of futile and impotent anger and feel grateful for my own happy life.
