An Overcast Day

Yesterday we bought some brisket. This morning I got up at 6.30, put it in the slow cooker, then went back to bed for a couple more hours.

This is the weekend of the diamond jubilee. The media tell me the country is hugely enthused about it. I'm trying not to be, but I'm not sure I'll succeed. Margaret Drabble has an article in The Independent this morning about how we're all of us- royalist and republican alike- fixated on the Royal Family- and I'm afraid it's true. I may not love the Windsors but I can hardly get enough of them. Show me a newspaper comments page and if there's an essay there about how awful they are it's the one I'll click on first. 

The heat wave broke a couple of days back. We had rain on the day of the funeral. Dot's hallway was full of umbrellas. I'm writing this mid-morning and Ailz has just asked me to switch the light on.

Feelings

I lose my temper once every two or three years. The last time was just after the funeral; Fabi had broken something (of no intrinsic value) and then given me a smug smile. I roared at him. Even as I was roaring I began to feel ashamed. 

Of course it was really Eric I was angry with. 

Yesterday I felt tired- to the point of wobbliness. Today I feel depleted.