Opting out

I stayed in bed yesterday. I cancelled my sax lesson, and I missed my monthly discussion group with friends in Sheffield – only the second time in 20 years. That’s how tired I was.

I only ventured outside to take a photo of the fab new tulips I planted last autumn, and then later, I took a flask of tea and drove up Longstone Edge and sat and looked at the view. Yep. That’s how old and tired I was yesterday.

Now it’s 7.15 a.m. and I am sitting in bed loving the bright May sunshine making the trees look beautiful. I can see a row of lime trees with fresh new leaves, and through the side window there is a cotoneaster shrub opening out and the pink tender leaves of the copper beech  - they weren’t there a week ago. It’s cold, though. I could swear there was frost on the grass when I got up to draw the blinds.

What’s happening today? I’m having my hair cut, then I’m seeing Zoe, Tate and Gil for an hour.

And I am conserving my energy.