Sunday August 17, 2008
A dull day, overcast and still. I’d planned it so I didn’t have to go provisions shopping, which is good, but a break in the day other than a short stroll round the block would have been a welcome thing.
“What’s the matter with you?” Graham asked in response to a big sigh from my kitchen corner.
“I do believe I’m bored.”
“Nonsense. Only wilful children are bored.”
“And your point is?”
Oh, I’m not bored, not really, of course I’m not. A little discontent with the present state of inaction, perhaps, nothing more.
But then, it’s only five days since the official start of play in the house deal, counting from the day our new buyer kicked her mortgage people into the field.
“Seems a lot longer than that,” Graham said.
“Now we’re on the same wavelength. Not bored. Just waiting.”
Chrysanthemum time
