Aftermath

The first noticeable effect of yesterday's activities and subsequent late night was that after drinking my morning mug of tea I lay back against the extra pillow I shove in behind me for sitting up in bed and found it so amazingly comfortable that I fell asleep again and wasn't clothed and in my right mind (sort of) until 9am. By this time it was as light outside as it was going to be (ie not very) and I was beginning to stress slightly about ... well actually I'm not sure. It's just become a habit lately. There were certainly things to do ...

First of all I had to make my porridge and get on with it, and then the Italian (sorry - I shouldn't keep mentioning it; it's simply a rather obsessive routine). We opened the cards that had arrived, and hastened to remedy the one we'd forgotten about. We had coffee. Himself popped back to church to retrieve all the music left on the front pew after yesterday, and I made soup for lunch. (Rather delicious: I was using up the end of a cabbage, a parsnip, some coriander - but I added a good spoonful of Ras el Hanout at the sautéing stage as an experiment.) We ate it and I read some more of the Sunday paper. 

I had a notion that I ought to prepare slightly for going away for Christmas and tried to find a particular black top that I'd thought of wearing. It may have been the preponderance of black tops in my wardrobe or the fact that I have so many tops in a couple of drawers, but I simply couldn't find it and had to desist in the hope of there being more light tomorrow - it was so gloomy today that I couldn't really make out things.

A further, semi-fruitless visit to the pharmacy brought some stress because they still can't get the brand I want - but also a lovely meeting with a former pupil whom I haven't seen in ages, even though she moved back to Dunoon a few years ago now. We caught up loudly and with a degree of hilarity and she ended up quoting lines of Philip Larkin at me and we laughed immoderately and parted with hugs. And then I gave up on everything and we went for a damp walk in the growing dusk along the East Bay to Kirn and back. I took the photo above as we returned to Dunoon; the lights of the pier and the town stick out over the sea which was still heaving restlessly despite the almost total absence of wind today. 

And that was that. A nothing sort of day after the very much something of yesterday. And tomorrow at this time I shall be in church and even later in bed than I shall be tonight. But that is another story ...