Just watched a programme on the wonderful Margaret Atwood and am feeling all warm inside..
I can’t really sum it up in words…the author herself…and the relationship with her husband….or maybe the long term friend….perhaps both
All I will say is….after the programme stood at the backdoor looking up at the night sky….patches of cloud obscuring the moon BUT… a shooting star whizzed past…at least I think it was…or a meteor or a satellite….not sure
But a nice end to a day of frustration by way of crumbling plaster….falling down curtain poles at the same time as a serene woman parading up and down past my window that I wanted to throw my drill at….and a visit to my eldest whose situation at present is breaking my heart … gorgeous tho he looked…having grown his hair into a wild mess and sporting a burgundy velour tracksuit labelled ‘Be Velvet’
Yep…. ‘Be Velvet’