Monday, 13 May 2013
Well given that we live in a blame culture nowadays Frances is as good a person to blame as anyone. It was, after all, she who posted on dreams and things happening with horses.
I woke in the middle of last night whilst being chased by horses.
As if that wasn't bad enough I had to get up at 0430 to see off David and Molly who were getting the early ferry from Tarbert and I woke in a state of considerable confusion given that my bed was in a glass sided pyramid occupied by a cobbler on the top of a turret of a stately home.
Now at 2320 I've been up for nearly 19 hours and feel remarkably fresh and not tired at all. Bizarre.
Have you ever noticed that Shakespeare never used 'ing' in the present tense of words? I wonder when it came into general use and how it developed.
I was communicating with Wendy in Napier today. It was hot there. It was 5℃ here. It's nearly winter there. It's nearly summer here. As the newscaster said this evening "Just 40 days before the nights start drawing in again". With this sort of view from my kitchen window can you blame him for being rather negative.