Spring seems to have been happening while I've had the curtains closed. The bulbs planted on the grass over the road have come up. The effect is sadly spoilt by dog mess if you get close. The air seem to be warming up, I went out without a coat today. Generally, depression lifts at this time of year, so lets see.
Had a sleepy morning in bed with Nick. This seems to be a Saturday morning ritual now, I've no idea when it started. The kids are in the habit of leaving us alone, although we've never asked them to. Perhaps they know. If they do, I hope they're OK with it. I have the little talks with them about contraception and STD's, but never talk about the pleasures of keeping a relationship alive. It seems more prurient to do so, and yet, I wonder if my negative reinforcement may be damaging. I wish them not just an absence of chlamydia, but all of the joys of love.
Nick and I went out to Borders bookshop out at the Richo Arena. There was a match on, we could hear the commentary coming from the stadium as we parked the car. We spent ages choosing as Nick deserved the treat. At random, I got the Mark E Smith autobiography. The Times this evening says it was probably written by a ghost writer but gives it a good review.
I have been quite organised in my packing for tomorrow, when I intend to take Rich's stuff to Cornwall. When I say packing, I mean everything is in the wash or charging. Near enough.
I got a childish thrill from Twitter today when Sam Isaac replied to me. Also, I logged on a minute after Richard Herring said he was waiting to go on stage, so I sent him a good luck message. I presume he wanted people to do that, otherwise why would he post a comment? I'm in a communication quandary though. I've photographed Andrew Collins' books at Borders because they are amusingly sandwiched between a book of devotional readings and a biography of Casanova. Had intended to send it, but I'm not sure if its too silly. I think I've lost my nerve.
Ian Broudie (front man from The Lightning Seeds) was on the Songbook TV programme this evening. He came across as a lovely, thoughtful man, artistic and conflicted. The thing was spoilt for me though as he kept sunglasses on the whole time. As I'm writing this, I hope there's no medical reason. I half watched Casualty this evening but I'm going off it and may even give up for while. After a loyal couple of decades, that would be quite a drama.
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