It’s absolutely still…
Unusually quiet Saturday evening. The nights are colder, summer promises all but gone. English weather. The rains have ceased and there is sunshine, but the familiar nippiness outside requiring a cardigan, sweater or sweatshirt.
Athletics World Champions from Moscow on the beeb, sound muted. It’s cool outside, twilight beckons. The silence of the evening interrupted only by the welcome gusts of wind coming through to the lounge through the open door.
The England I love. Pleasantly cold, gentle suburbia sighing in contentment of a day away from a life underground.
The house deadly quiet too. The girls and dog out on a walk. Me just lounging on the couch with the macbook on my lap. Usual stick of jasmine incense gently wafting and mixing with the cold gusts of wind.
Saturday chores of early morning Durga Temple, Stringhoppers from Wembley, pick up meds from Boots, all done. Laundry load in washing machine.
Bathed and pork curry fed dD just chills on the couch.
Sometimes the best plan is to have none.
Love. Peace. Happiness.
War. Conflict. Anger.
One may not have a plan, but they must have a deal.
What’s yours mate?