There can seldom be
days such as this one has been for me,a day when I had no burden of
anxiety to weigh on my spirits,a day when I did not care at all about
the petty niggles of everyday.
Today all that mattered
was that my mother was well and my son was happy,he even managed to
have a game with the redoubtable Dungeoneers,which he had though he
would be unable to attend,due to his cat's operation.
I got in to bed last
night a few minutes after posting my blog and the next thing I knew
it was one thirty. My son and I had coffee together and discussed the
days affairs before returning to bed where I slept like a log until
five. I awoke to feel a cool breeze from the open window and spent a
pleasant hour just lazing about enjoying the feeling of being cool
for a change.
Breakfast, made by my
son was a treat and once he and his friends had departed I cleared up
the kitchen and set off for the shops,really I just fancied a jaunt
in the fresh air.
All day there has been
a sense almost of unreality,so many worries which had occupied my
mind for so long no longer exist,it was almost as if I did not know
what to think about.................and it was lovely.
I made a batch of
tomato and mustard soda farls for dinner and served them hot from the
oven with grilled vine tomatoes and lots of dry cured bacon,perfect
for a warm evening.
My son's book sales
continue to rise and now I can enjoy his success with my whole heart
which is what he deserves from me. The odd thing is we all feel the
air of unreality,it is as if we are all having the same dream,it is
such a splendid one that I hope we never wake up.
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