Recalled to life?

It's odd. I never enjoyed reading Dickens in the years when I had to; I remember very little of A Tale of Two Cities other than that it was a relatively small volume in dark red hard covers. And yet that quotation to which my title refers is apparently a significant one in the context of the novel and it sticks in my head all these years - very strange. Do I care to be recalled to life? I think so. 

Actually I didn't feel up to much life this morning - just enough to eat some porridge, wash the dishes, go back to bed because I felt so sore. But I did have the energy to go out into the morning garden, see how the light was falling on the astilbe, think it was attractive enough for a blip, later, when I felt up to it - and when I'd caught up on yesterday's.

So yes, I spent the morning in bed again, getting up for some toast and banana at approximately lunchtime. I read the paper for a bit. And then I decided that yes, I did feel up to a meeting with my former head of department, arranged for several weeks now, in the rather lovely Argyll Vintners just two streets away, where I used to stand waiting for my small boys coming out of primary school.

It's amazing the effect a small glass of wine has when you've not eaten anything like your normal amount for a couple of days! We had a great catch-up - all the way back to when she arrived in Dunoon 18 months after we had and moved into the council house we'd just vacated (at the time it was used by the Education Department for teachers from elsewhere.) Family, friends, colleagues, life - I think we touched on all these things before she went for a bus (and had to chase it because we were still talking) and I tottered up the hill home.

Writing this in the early evening for a change, just because I can ...