Four Nights In

[poliphilo]

We've spent four nights in the new house. Sometimes it feels like we're staying in a hotel and sometimes like we've always lived here.

I had a dream in which Chairman Xi was supposed to be addressing a mass audience in a football stadium- only his podium had gone missing and he was wearing his underclothes. In the end a man came out of the crowd, put an arm round his shoulders and gently led him away...

I watched Spencer last night- the movie about Princess Di spending a ghastly weekend at Sandringham. Stephen Knight- who wrote it (he also writes Peaky Blinders)- is a belated Jacobean.

I would like to be writing long posts full of wise analysis and witty turns of phrase- even perhaps the odd smidgeon of prose poetry- but I'm very, very tired...