The arctic winds have subsided for a while and we have decided to go with the tail end of a tropical hurricane instead. This made for a blustery but enjoyable trundle down to the bottle bank this morning. Ten minutes crashing and smashing in the name of Mother Earth is a fine way for a chick to start the day – and to sort out a few of her issues at the same time.
In the afternoon I went to the rugby. My local boys got beaten but, considering they were playing a team from the Borders (where babies use rugby balls as teething rings), they did not lose too badly. Once darkness fell I had a wee bit bonfire in the garden – the light, the smell, the sparks – most satisfying.
I’ve been doing some deep and serious thinking this week but today I have been letting it all go. I’ve had enough of thinking. Time to get on with life.