For the past two weeks (to the day) I have been suffering from a lurgy (cough, cold, sore throat, lack of ‘hwyl’, etc.) and haven’t felt much like doing anything at all. Since Monday I’ve been on antibiotics, which I usually avoid like the plague, but they do seem to be making a difference and the world is looking a rosier place, especially now the sun has come out and the depressing gloom and drizzle of the last few days has gone away.
As one does in these situations, I spent some time reflecting on the past, present and future. The present didn’t do very much for me, filled with violence as it is, so I stopped listening to the first fifteen minutes of the News. Then I started wondering why I began to write a Blog and whether I should stop bothering. After all, I’m no great theologian; I don’t have anything very profound to add to the wisdom of the world; and I’m getting a bit long in the tooth to be doing this sort of thing. Trendy I am not!
I came to the conclusion that it’s simply a wish to share things with friends. Most of my really close friends are at least 100 miles away, circumstances having brought me back to Wales from London and cut me off from a lot of the things I enjoyed most (theatres, concerts, singing). Other things have taken their place, but the old friends of my youth are still there and we still have shared memories despite our lives having taken very different courses. Those separate lives are making it more difficult for us to meet physically, these days, so I like to keep in touch by sharing things with people I think may be interested. The great thing about a blog is that, if you aren’t interested, you needn’t bother to read it!
For instance, I think there is at least one friend out there who will share my sorrow at the sad demise of my lovely yellow phormium, killed by the two severe bouts of cold weather last year. Here are the ‘before’ and ‘after’ photos, and, for the record, a photo of what it looked like in its prime.