Starfish explosions across the retina; a confusion of sounds, both unreal and real; blurred inputs and solid outputs meshed together.
A poster on the bus advertised the heats for the local yodelling festival. Not the festival itself, but the pre-competition to allow people to apply for the competition itself.
Deciding on a takeaway pizza for the evening meal was the biggest exercise in negotiations since the Maastricht treaty was ratified in 1992.
We spent the day exploring riverside hides and watching the birds feed. We played “What am I talking about?” and got back indoors before the rain got going.
We lose things, we find things. I do hope that what goes around comes around, so that I can get back that ten Euro note I lost in a toilet in Helsinki that time.
My mind keeps popping in the notion that this is somehow a new problem, a by-product of our new, over-connected technological age. But that’s nonsense.
I have started by cutting the meat-based dishes down to two a week. That sounds considerably more than a vegan diet should contain – because it is – but this is a path, not a teleportation.