I must admit to feeling knackered. There have been too many lackadays, lackaweeks and lackamonths.
I took my mind a walk
Or my mind took me a walk
Whichever was the truth of it. (Norman MacCaig)
And my mind wanted :
* to muck about in my favourite 'shopping mall' - Leicester Animal Rescue.
* to go marketing for fresh fruits and vegetables.
* to observe from my study the spouse coming home after a successful forage for milk in the shops.
* to potter about in my kitchen where I have a special accessory
From my kitchen I can delight in my two favourite snacks - burnt muffins and marmite on toast.
There are no spectacular views of sunsets and stormy seas. But what I can see from my study window is good enough for me.
I also managed to learn a little lesson about conservation. As kids, if we did not polish off the food on our plates we either get a hard rap on the knuckles or a remark like " your father worked very hard to put that food on your plate". Why did it take the environmentalists that long to advise the public and why didn't the parents take on the responsibility?
I would walk past these photos each morning when I woke up to get to the kitchen. And I miss that routine.
I often think about my special room, my messy cluttered room where I store all my treasures past and present - where I could spend endless hours on my writing, sewing and my fiddle-faddle.
But this, the trees of Victoria Park are what we miss most of all.
I feel it is time to go (to the other) home, 6,572 miles away.
Insyallah we shall and soon, once Iain gets reasonably well enough to face the winter without having to fall back on the NHS. Between Leicester and Kuala Lumpur - it's like being caught between two lovers. But I should not complain - we are blessed - Syukur Alhamdulillah.