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Good Intentions and Old Photos

As usual, my attempts at industry were not successful. The dining room is too cold for creativity and I decided to bide my time and let a creative maelstrom brew as I waited. It didn’t happen.

I watched two episodes of Murder She Wrote which I don’t seem to have seen before, which is remarkable when you think of the number I have watched, then watched a film on Amazon. It’s called “Belonging” and it features Brenda Blethyn, Kevin Whately, Peter Sallis and Anna Massey. It’s a good cast, it lasts 90 minutes, and not much happens. Despite the lack of action it’s a pleasant enough way to waste an hour and a half.

Trinity Bridge, Crowland

We finished off then banana bread and Christmas cake as we watched.

I can smell potato wedges cooking as I write this, and I will shortly be doing the rest of the meal, which is going to be meatballs in tomato sauce. It’s not an ambitious meal, but it will fit in with the rest of the day. I was originally going to do mashed vegetables with it, including mashed potatoes with herbs. As darkness fell, I felt my ambitions subside too.

Tomorrow is going to be the first day of the new working hours where I have Monday off.  Not sure what I am going to do, as Julia will be at work. I may well go to the park and visit the duck pond. While I’m there I may have a coffee and take some photos as I gather creativity to process into poetry. Or I may stay at home and potter around, pretending to be active.

I have sorted a few books out, with the intention of giving some away, but have merely redistributed most of them. There are about 50 piled up in the living room and ten in a bag to go. When I started I had hoped it would be the other way round. I have set myself a target of getting rid of around 50 items a week as part of the moving process. I am going to have to up my game. I am not paying to move thousands of things to a new location so they can clutter up my life again.

Trinity Bridge, Crowland. The streams have dried up but the bridge still stands.

Photos are from Crowland. We haven’t visited for a while.