6th Aug 2007
It’s been an extraordinary few days (the more extraordinary for being dry at least.) Why the temperature rose to 74 degrees yesterday...how hot is that? I am of course being a little tongue-in-cheek but it was pleasant to sit among the plants in the garden and feel the sun. Watch the birds, squirrels and now even a mouse that appears to be living in the sangria jar at the bottom of the box bush eat the mix of nuts and dried fruit on the wall.

Saturday I bought 2 memory foam pillows and must from now on remember to never buy any more memory foam items. Or buy the top end stuff...that was like floating on a cloud but then again that was probably the stratospheric price tag.

Sunday rose early and made breakfast with Saturdays homemade bread and duck eggs. Laid the garden table and Nick and I had a relaxing breakfast. Then made a flask of coffee and with the Observer newspaper sat on the swing to watch the world in the sunshine and devour the news. Perhaps that is the wrong way round for the news devours us in incredulity, horror and repugnance in equal measures. The leader columns argue for this brave new world while all the time promulgating the hatreds and prejudices of the old one. Because the media learnt a long time ago that trashy smut and hysteria sell and that the greater part of humanity doesn’t want to know real life is not so nice. What a bad discovery that was. Here's something from a cloudy day recently.

Patches of black hang and fester like a brooding melancholy in a deep blue sky. Sunshine floods through the voids that trace the darkness around the clouds releasing words and thoughts that slice across a darkening sky illuminating an idea. What but a world of infinite marvel could take the measure of regret and turn it into unbridled joy.