where art collides

Forty something man escorts his aged mother onto the train and tells her not to get off at Newark Northgate as the train goes straight through to Kings Cross. She mutters disapproval and says “Oh God” whilst shaking her head.

A couple of minutes later she is heard to ask someone on the train whether this train goes straight through to kings Cross. Now she is asking a member of staff. The son escorting her on the train was clearly right to tell her – normally you have to change at Newark.

Made me smile.

I’ve just sat down with a cup of tea after making a beef stew for tonight’s meal. I make a good beef stew. It sits in the oven on a low heat for most of the day and the result is a rich sauce and tender meat. The kids wolf it down. Quite pleasing. This one has a bottle of Timothy Taylors Landlord in it. Should be good.

The Davies house is at peace. One son is cooking sausages for his breakfast in the kitchen. Another has I think been doing some schoolwork. Good lad. Takes after his mother.

It’s quite nice to sometimes not do anything on a Sunday. Total relaxation. You have to get the balance of online and offline relaxation to do it right. Can’t spend all day stuck in a laptop. That would be just like an ordinary working day.

Last week was busy. Next week is going to be busy. Today is a day for chillin. Before we head out I’m going to clean out the fireplace and set it ready for this afternoon. Nothing quite like a cozy log fire on a Sunday afternoon. Yesterday I bought some crumpets. Say no more…