Good morning bloglets and how are we today? The sun is shining here in blogland and it’s going to be a hot one. I have declared summer. I am wearing my ‘Venus’ t-shirt (picture: statue of Venus – not Venus de Milo but the ancient and infinitely better pregnant or fat statue), caption: ‘must be Venus envy’. I saw it a few years ago – can’t remember where – and had to have it. Underneath I am wearing trousers I bought a few years ago from Fame Fashions and which I think are meant to be pyjamas but perfectly acceptable as summer trousers. No, they are not brushed cotton and no, they do not have teddies on them! I also have a Venus pendant which I sometimes wear.
It is hard in some ways coming back from the chalet. I cycled back, though, as I think I told you yesterday – and that was great. Very empowering to get somewhere under your own steam. Not going to cycle back up until I’m fitter tho as it’s nearly all uphill. Although, by some strange alchemy, when you’re coming down it’s not all downhill. Weird.
No-one has yet explained the weird animal in the trees. I’ll have to look out for it and see if I can take a photo.
When I come back from the chalet I go on Facebook and think – what do I want to get involved with all this for? And the next day I’m liking and commenting and posting and messaging with the best of them. It’s a different life up there. You are with yourself and nature and although I do have conversations with the neighbours I don’t have my mobile on till the evening so all day the conversations are in my head. Which is what you want when you’re writing. you need to achieve a balance between the internal and the external. Too much of either and I go crazy.
Another rejection letter yesterday – this time for a book review. It was a long shot to review Proust, but you never know. I love Proust. Did I mention this before? Well, not for a week or two anyway.
That’s more than enough.
Enjoy your day
Kirk out
PS Mark just surfaced and said: ‘Yesterday you were red. Today you’re blue.” I replied: ‘that’s true. What you said’. He said, ‘that doesn’t rhyme’. I said, Mark – it’s a reverse rhyme!
I’m wasted here.
PPS Just realised I haven’t explained the title of this post. Due to disastrous haircut (don’t ask) I am wearing a bright blue flowery headscarf. Nuff said!