I don’t know about giving up alcohol for January (and if you’re asking, no I haven’t; a nice glass of Grenache with dinner, and now I am slugging back camomile tea in anticipation of an early night) but I seem to have given up blogging.
It’s not intentional, I just seem to have been busy. And I was eye deep in my book, The Book Thief, which a friend of Cousin’s gave me in the summer. If someone had told me in my faraway youth that in my sixth decade I’d finish a book sitting on the hall carpet because I couldn’t wait to get to the sofa I’m not sure I’d have believed them. But that’s what happened. My bus journey ended about five pages short of the final page. I came home, took off my outdoor things, sat on the floor to fuss MasterB and opened the book again.
I had spent the afternoon with a friend who is being treated for the big C. She’s a bit wobbly, but boredom is the main enemy. The idea was to wander around not far from her home with cameras. She bought her partner a Canon a few years back. He studied all the options, said this was the one he wanted, unwrapped it and hasn’t used it. So she’s swiped it from him.
We didn’t have a huge amount of time as I had promised her some beetroot risotto, and realised at the bus stop I had left it at home, so had to scurry back. Her phone has died and she needed to return it to the manufacturer, so we next spent much of the dwindling daylight in a post office queue.
But it was nice to be out in the air, chatting, being amused at things we saw, staring at new buildings and ones scheduled for demolition and redevelopment. The air was crisp, and the clouds would have pleased Constable, although I am not sure it would have been safe for him to lie down in Blackfriars Road to study them.
Best of all, she enjoyed it. I don’t think she’s been able to see her pictures yet as her computer is taking hibernation quite seriously. I’ve only just downloaded mine, and we took them two days ago. When she was first diagnosed, one of her colleagues who went through the same thing a few years ago told her to make it her time. So we talked about what she might like to do, and photogrpahy was quite high up the list. She’s just had her fourth round of chemo, so it has taken a while to get this far, but hopefully it’s just the beginning.
I got a message from her tonight to say the risotto was splendid too, so all in all a pretty good afternoon.