I overslept a little this morning and woke to find a mega-cat snuggled against my back and the house really rather cold. It wasn’t too easy to throw the covers aside and leap into action.
The heating soon took the chill off the house and then the sun came up in full St Luke’s Little Summer glory and now the place is deliciously warm once more. Actually, it’s rather early for St Luke, for his saint’s day is in mid-October, but with weather patterns these days you can’t really blame the old guy for getting his calendar out of synch. And nobody should complain about warm Autumn sunshine.
So, as our morning creaks and groans respond to the warmth, Dolly and I are revelling in it. It’s good to be alive.
Taking advantage of the sun-given grace of minimum creakiness I’m planning to give the kitchen, cloakroom and bathroom a good scrubby clean today. That’ll be it then for such in-depth cleaning before Graham comes home. Just care and maintenance for the next week and then I shall be able to hang up my dusters.
There’s a distinct need for optimism these days, with the Labour government folding its hands and waiting for defeat in the Spring at the next general election. It looks as if they’re going to gift us with a new Tory government, damn their eyes. And the British people, bereft of long-term memory, seem to think it’s a good idea. Well, I don’t. I suspect it’ll all end in tears once more.
When Labour fought the 1983 election the then leader of the party–Neil Kinnock–told us what to expect if the Tories won: “I warn you not to be ordinary. I warn you not to be young. I warn you not to fall ill. I warn you not to get old.”
He was right. He didn’t win the election, but he was right. And now it looks as if it’s all coming round again. It’d be funny if it were not so damned predictable. And circular. I hate circular even more than I hate predictable.
I hope that I’m wrong. Otherwise it might be best for us to wait for the Tory-engineered property boom, sell up here and go to live in a more sensible country. Denmark would be good.
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in the autumn sunshine
late flowers bloom–
loud bee song
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