After days of warm, sunny weather, it is suddenly cold and blowing a gale today. In other words, back to Winter - very disappointing, but typical of British weather at this time of the year. Even Tess was pleased to get back into the house after her lunch-time walk (taken by the farmer as, quite frankly, it is almost too windy for me to stand upright).
So now, after a morning drinking cappucinos in a local cafe with friend W, I am inside for the rest of the day. There is a huge pile of office filing which needs doing - but I have to get myself into the right mood to do that - and at the moment I seem to be successfully practising aversion therapy. I really don't know why I always let it build up into such a big pile. If I filed it as it came in it would not present a problem. But there is something rather cleansing about getting rid of it all.
A friend lost her cheque book yesterday and spent hours searching for it, only to discover it was in her handbag all the time. If I lose anything like that I usually end up tidying everywhere, cleaning out every possible hiding place, putting everything away - and then when I find it (usually in a simple place) I have this marvellous feeling of everything now being in the correct place (until the next time.)
Are you a tidy person? I seem to be tidy on the surface but open a drawer at random and the answer may be quite different. One drawer in the kitchen is full of variety - paper clips, batteries, elastic bands, string, bulldog clips, even my little hammer. Often difficult to get the drawer closed, it is still the first place I look for anything which might be missing.
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Isn't the problem of the missing aeroplane strange? The mystery deepens each time I listen to the news and I feel so sorry for all those who have loved ones on the plane. These days the 'in' word to use is 'closure' - and I can see in this instance that it is a useful word to describe a situation. Until it is either found intact (but where on earth could it possibly be?) or wreckage is spotted - then the people left behind cannot begin to grieve.
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Did you know that today is the Ides of March (Macbeth?) - I always remember the date because (and this makes me feel the most ancient person on the planet) Sixty-two years ago today was the date of my first marriage (to the father of my son, Dominic). How strange the concept of time is - sometimes it seems like only yesterday and at other times it seems like it is in a previous life.
There is an old lady who lived in our village for many years, and is now resident in a local care home, who was 108 one day last week. She still has a clear mind but in the body is now very frail.
It is now twentyone years since I married the farmer - how lucky I am to have found (and married) two such wonderful men. Both have been pillars of strength - maybe the most important characteristic - throughout the marriage. Incidentally I read that there is a possibility that marriage is coming back into fashion. I belong to that generation that would feel decidedly uncomfortable cohabiting - although I have absolutely no objection to the condition as long as it doesn't involve me.
Enjoy your weekend.