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?
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