Sunday, May 18, 2003

 

Day 25. Cricklade Wilts. Monday 19 May 2003. A Quiet Day an Exiting Evening

I feel a little better this morning. Vicky heads for school and I lay in bed getting up for a 10 a.m. breakfast thinking this isn't at all like me. I pop some more pills to keep me going.

I then sit out in the glasshouse reading, it is warm and pleasant here. Outside the wind is blowing with sun and cloud. At lunchtime I head for the water meadow again for an hours walk to shake the cobwebs from my mind. The water meadow is a massive carpet of yellow now as I look for a kilometre into the distance. The walk was too long... I feel washed out on my return. I have a 2 p.m. lunch and settle down for the afternoon. I feel like an old man.

Vicky returns in the evening and we chat. Pat and her brood are due home this evening. A phone call heralds their imminent arrival and soon the house is full of noise and bags and presents.

We all had dinner with exited tales of Paris. Pat... rushing to the Metro, steps and more steps. Anthony lost in Paris at some ungodly early morning hour without knowing the hotel name. Ian and Pat describing a Greek restaurant meal and smashing of plates in the Latin Quarter. Gillian who had enjoyed herself thoroughly but was amazed at the expensive prices. And Pat again... taking close-up look at the Eiffel Tower pronounced "it looked like a pile of rusty metal".

Saying good night, I trotted off to bed worn out but cheerfully happy for them all.

posted by OldEric 9:35 pm