On the main road, not all that far from the Grove where I now live, there is a bungalow. When I first came to live here thirty years ago there was always an old lady sitting in the window for most of the day. I found out that she was housebound and had carers call in to help her family to look after her but that she refused to go into care, preferring to stay at home.
It struck me today that if/when I reach that stage there are worse things than staying at home and sitting in the window all day, waiting for one's carers or one's meals to arrive. It has been a lovely, although cold day here with unbroken sunshine. I sat looking out of the window after my lunch of home made leek and potato soup with home made croutons and there was so much to see. The sky was full of aircraft trails - mostly going (or coming from) South West. And there were plenty of people passing walking their dogs on a lunch-time walk, several of whom waved. Then I noticed that on the horizon, on East Witton Fell, they were burning the heather in controlled burning on the grouse moors. They don't have all that much longer to do it before the grouse start breeding and they have to stop the practice. Clouds of brownish smoke rose into the clear atmosphere. Later in the afternoon it disappeared.
One has to be realistic at my age so I have had the kind of day when things like this did certainly go through my mind - not in a 'sad' way but - as I say - one has to think about the future. Maybe I shall just pop off one night in my sleep - the best of all possible ways - but wouldn't we all like to meet our end like that? Don't send me answers on a postcard to that last question - the poor postman in Trelawnyd must be wearing out shoe leather = don't want our postman doing the same.