Is it self-pity or is it merely man-flu?
Mary is the toughest most resilient person I know. Bacteria wouldn’t dare cross her bow, yet she has been laid low too. Of course she does a lot less feeling sorry for herself and more getting on with things than I do, but I am convinced that whatever we got is real enough. Anyway, yesterday I couldn’t muster the enthusiasm to leave the house. Instead I stuck my camera in a storm jacket, mounted it on a tripod and pointed it at the tree on the front lawn. There Mary gets the birds to come with a variety of enticements. The latest is a pine cone which has been liberally daubed with a thick layer of cheap supermarket home-brand peanut butter. The birds go nuts for it (ouch!) .
The rain was steady pretty much all day so I sat inside and from time to time pressed the remote trigger. I got what I deserved … nothing much.
I see a light at the end of a tunnel and hope it’s not a train.