I heard a car driving past this morning and rushed to the window so as to see who it was. I don’t do a good rush these days so by the time I got there the vehicle was gone and the road was damply empty apart from one piece of flattened paper litter and the remnants of a patch of frozen snow.
And that was the most exciting event of my day.
Now it’s dark. There’s the sound of music coming from Graham’s study and, if I were up there to hear, a steady little snore coming from Dolly’s nest in the dark on the bed.
Pretty soon now I shall get up from my chair, stretch, and paddle off into the kitchen to go through the agonizing process of decision–what shall I pour myself to take into the living room to drink for the ritual hour of TV before dinner.
Dinner. That’s a laugh. I’m not sure I ever want to eat again. Cold turkey, anyone?
