I had a dream. Problem is I can’t remember it. How many great ideas have been lost like this. If you don’t wake up and write it down immediately it is gone. Gone I tell you, gone.
Then I awoke, pondering the great question of the day. Do I stay in bed and try and get a bit more kip or shall I just get up? I headed downstairs. Now I’m sat quietly in the TV room. The light is different here in the early morning compared with the conservatory. North facing. Quite a nice diffused light.
The road outside is quiet, helped by the double glazing we had installed last year. The whoops of the pesky wood pigeons, often quite intrusive when sat at the back of the house, are barely audible here at the front.
For some reason the TV room does not inspire the flow of words in the way the conservatory does. Perhaps it is because here I am sat in front of a wall as opposed to surrounded by the greenery of the back garden. Verdure. Verdant, verdamus. A new Latin declension? Dunno what it means. I’m a rookie here. Green.
Blue sky up there. I’m looking for two or three degrees warmer than it has been. Not complaining but just that little bit more makes all the difference. Shed doors wide open versus slightly ajar.
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In the shed the noise of the birds in the garden is loud.
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In the shed, they don’t remember your name