19.58pm<\/p>\n
Midsummer. I thought that I would be walking the hills. I thought that it would be blazing sunshine. I thought that it would be more.<\/p>\n
I smell of smoke from the fire, from toasting marshmallows.<\/p>\n
I am in the house on my own. Syd at his dads, Patrick on the way back home with Naoise from a day out with his brother and sister.<\/p>\n
I thought that I would have more than ten minutes in the house on my own, but I don’t. I only have this time.<\/p>\n
It is midsummer. The sun came up at 4.45am. Its the longest day.<\/p>\n
The day began dismally. I feel ok now. What will I do this week ? Sort, tidy, look, maybe make some artwork. Throw out. Need to sort and throw out. Minimise on stuff, maximise on space.<\/p>\n
Look. I will look. I will look at the foxgloves and find a swift or a swallow. I will listen to the birds early in the morning walking on the roof. I will wake and take Naoise to school.<\/p>\n
Still not enough energy to run. Frustrating not to have energy.<\/p>\n
I made a lemon drizzle cake. It was good. I tasted nettle soup.<\/p>\n
I hope that Syd will go to school each day this week. I hope that he will be happy.<\/p>\n
I hope that I will get to see the Louise Bourgeois at the Artsmill Gallery space.<\/p>\n
My right eye hurts. Need the glasses. Need to be able to see. Perhaps it hurts because it is a sty in my eye.<\/p>\n
Naoise will be tired. I am tired and I have no energy to think about reading to him or settling him down to sleep.<\/p>\n
All I want to do is sit on my own and watch TV. A TV programme of my choice. The house seems big and expansive when it is just me in it.<\/p>\n
Beep beep beep beep the oven buzzer sounds.<\/p>\n
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