My/our.
Who are we and where is the self. I’m not even sure about making that sentence a question or a statement. I think it is likely unanswerable. I’ve been dipping in and out of some neuroscience and Virginia Woolf. Although I love the question and all that it provokes I don’t think I want it to ever be answered.

I love my/our bedroom in the mornings, particularly when it’s sunny. The light floods in and I’m loath to rush out because I never get to appreciate it during the week.
My/our...? I’m still unsure which to use. I think it is predominantly ‘my’ now. It feels like quite a profound space in various ways but still has a huge amount of ‘our’ and ‘his’ about it and I love that too and feel better for having had a dust and clean on his side of the bed.

The cardigan emerged from clothes underneath last weekend. It was such a pretty cardigan, one that dad bought for me some years ago now. He had a good ‘eye’ usually; I think it’s where my sister gets her artistic flair from. However, it has shrunk and become matted. I was going to take it with more stuff to oxfam but it has a stay of execution as I am wondering if I can turn it into a tea cosy. At the weekends when I get in after a walk, I like to make a pot of tea and have been wrapping the tea pot in a towel so I wonder if I’ll get round to doing this at some point.

The stones were from Alba Fucens https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alba_Fucens and a magical trip to Italy. We had gone to discover a place he’d known from a trip when he was about 19 years old. He had met an Italian whilst working here https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2329920497732554353 and had been told he would always be welcome to visit his family in the village of Pianella near Pescara. He had walked and hitched his way there and worked on the family farm for some time. I think there was some recovery in it for him. I wish I remembered more now. We stayed at San Vito Chietino but drove there and back from Pisa. It was an adventure; we knew the score by then and walking from San Vito to the sea was a struggle but the whole trip, even with its stresses, was infused with a heady atmosphere of magic.

I’ve been trying to finish listening to a seminar all week but have had a stomach bug and although I’ve kept on at work I’ve felt wiped out and fallen asleep every time I’ve tried to listen.
Managed to hear it through this morning and it was good to hear him again after our training day with him some time back. It always relieves me hugely when I hear a breaking down of dogma...

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=e3-a1veEtYw&feature=youtu.be