My Corsa and I had a tootle into the centre of our little town at lunch time to give it a run out after it had been static for a week .I had also missed today's post from the box opposite my bungalow. The town was almost a ghost town. Four people queuing outside the hardware shop, which was open. The bakers and the Co-op also had small queues but other than that everywhere was closed, the Market Square was deserted and there were unlimited car parking spaces. What a strange time it is. Shall we ever get back to normal?
Isn't it great when books one has ordered arrive? I have ordered three - all second hand from Amazon or World Books - and two came this morning - 'A Time to Dance' a book of short stories by Bernard Mclaverty and 'The Hired Man' by Aminatta Forna. I read a couple of short stories over my lunch - I do admire his writing and it did strike me that in both stories the reader learned as much from what was not said as from what was said. I think that maybe this is true of all writing but in a short story the brevity of the work makes it more noticeable. In the title story 'A Time to Dance' we read of a young teenager play ing truant from school, totally disenchanted with school, already wily in ways of getting bits of extra money out of his mother. She catches him one day and has to take him to 'work' with her where we learn she is a stripper and how desperate she is for him to go to school and learn. We only learn all this indirectly but the end of the story does leave us with a lot of unanswered questions. The art of good writing?
The field behind me has this week been cut and gathered up. There is a beautiful smell of fresh grass and the contents of the huge red trailers will now presumably go into whole crop food or silage. I get my milk from the cows who eat the silage from this field which is rather a nice feeling and takes me back a few years to when the farmer had a milking herd (pre foot and mouth) and our milk used to come to the table still warm. That was the start of me no longer taking milk in my tea - and I have never gone back to taking it now.
If you are a watcher of 'Sewing Bee it is Sports Wear night tonight - the very thought fills me with horror.