To deconstruct the picture, those daffs are ones I picked from the garden because the heavy snow had broken their stems; there are two tissue boxes because one's for fresh and one's for used; the bedspread is my sunset quilt; and the book is Heartburn. I've read it before but Nora Ephron is always cheering, and I needed some light relief after finishing The Lie.
Chrissie has been sending me newsy emails so I don't feel utterly cut off, and yesterday, as if my crazy friend in NYC knew I was in need of a laugh, I received in the post these Taste of Streep stickers.
I need to get up and get busy today. I've been watching so many episodes of Call the Midwife that I'm developing a crush on Jenny Agutter/Sister Julienne, and considering a career as a nun. The good thing about steeping myself in 1960 culture is that I can see the social progress we've made since then, for example in attitudes to gay people, and this engenders hope. I just wish the Tories' austerity programme wasn't taking us back to Victorian times. Food banks are well-established, so their next plan must be to bring back the workhouse.
Enough! It's 3.20 and I'm done with being up and busy and I'm back in bed with Sister Julienne.
4 comments:
Your bedroom is so cosy and bright, just the place to convalesce. And perfect reading choice. Hope waking on Day 5 surprises you with better health and clearer head.
Thank you, Ana. That's very kind of you.
here I am down in the southern tip of Africa and autumn is upon us . Such a beautiful season , air crisp and clear and the ocean glittering and my sinuses are all bunged up and my head is filled with cottonwool and all I have been doing is knitting while binge watching a strange Swedish tv series called Jordskott...so: Snap!
That's hilarious Marmee!
May our sinuses be clear very very soon.
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