Same old pain. Slightly better, perhaps, but not much.
Same old beat, round Stratford between the bridges. A little quicker today than yesterday, maybe.
Same old birds on the river – no chance now of getting out somewhere to top up my bird list for the year, so it’ll just have to stay as it is.
Trying to lift myself out of the Slough of Despond, and look for reasons to be cheerful, on our (limited) travels R and I have begun re-listening to Sarah Winman’s Still Life, beautifully read by the author (who’s also an actor, I believe) on Audible. We loved it the first time through, and we’re equally enchanted on this listening: I really can’t recommend it too highly.
R: L2, C3, D11.
