Thursday, 16 September 2010
It's 0700. Although I kept dreaming about market gardens I had a nightmare free night (kept waking up for a drink of water - shouldn't go to bed immediately after a curry) and was finally woken at 0600 by a Blackbird acknowledging the dawn. I watched the sky lighten and the stars fade, rose, abluted and re-packed my cases for the journey South. David's walking Molly and I'm having breakfast and typing this. Who says men can't multi-task?
I know that I am prone to saying that it's a long time since I did something and then finding that I did it quite recently but have just forgotten. So unless anyone (Dawn Treader perhaps) comes up with evidence to the contrary I am pretty sure that it's many many years since I had toast with Frank Cooper's Vintage Oxford Coarse Cut Marmalade for breakfast - or any other meal come to that. Washed down with Lady Grey tea. Life doesn't get much better. I'm not actually sure why I added the last sentence. Of course life gets much better. It's just that I feel pretty good about it this morning.
Soon I shall leave for CJ's.