Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
poliphilo

Another 24 Hours

I got out of bed at 7.30 in the morning and finally woke up at about 4.00 in the afternoon. In between I had a moderately busy day.

We had a conversation with my mother about how we're all set in our ways. She apologized for being snappy. I said, "Never mind, if you snap at us we'll snap back."

We took her to a monthly lunch for the widows and widowers of the village. Then, with a couple of hours to kill before we picked her up again, went into Paddock Wood, found the library was closed, ate a quick take-away and did the rounds of the charity shops.

I'm dipping into a book of off-cuts by Alan Bennett (picked up in one of the charity shops). Last night I read his pieces on Auden and Larkin. With one or two exceptions- Browning, De la Mare- major poets are the most frightful shits. I wonder why this is.

Ailz had another hideous conversation with her mother.

This morning I learned that my first wife's father has died. I remember him as a man of unfailing tolerance and goodwill.
Subscribe

Recent Posts from This Journal

  • Hearing Things.

    I dreamed I'd decided to walk home (wherever home was) along the south coast, starting at a town pretending to be Bexhill but actually…

  • They Chose The Losing Side

    I got into a debate about the pandemic this morning. It's something I do my best to avoid because the issue is so divisive- and the…

  • Feudal

    "This is still a feudal village," said the lady who lent me the key to Birling church. "They own the pub, they own the forge,…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments