A cross between a grin and grimace, I hate being immobile and I am not very good at sitting still when I can't work, but since I slept from ten last night until eight this morning my body must be telling me something - and to be honest this room is a cool space to be confined in. What I have been able to do is read and I spent yesterday afternoon with a copy of Neruda and pencil, which is a luxury I am going to repeat more often. Indeed I made a resolve to take such a book on holiday every year. The past twenty-four hours have given me time to reflect and slow down a little which I really needed to do - ah well. And today I will get my notebook out to start scribbling again, which I am very much looking forward to. And today I might play guitar too - yesterday was one of those rare days when I didn't even pick it up - though the one I want to re-string is in the attic studio and I am not sure how I will get up there, maybe not yet is the answer, we'll see. But happy Saturday, its wet down here in Brighton, autumn leaves lie sodden on the ground. Diane is off for a thirteen mile stroll (not twenty miles this week) in her final training for the New York marathon so I will work this morning and strum this afternoon. Yesterday I posted Glenn Close reading 'I like for you to be still' - which is the soundtrack from the movie Il Postino, I posted that version because I liked the football and poetry juxtaposition but some of you might like to hear it all (especially Debs) because yesterday's version cuts off. So here it is - a great away to start the weekend.
