A bit more blog

I'm an anti-masochistic kind of person. Exercise is anathema to me, but I must do it for my own good.

Each day I walk to the top of the village, where, out of breath, I am rewarded with a view over the harbour.

Today, I've been dodging the rain and the hail, business is finished early, and I've popped into the village store.

They know me there.

I stand contemplating the vegetables.

"Looking for inspiration Tom"

Of course I am. Slowly, one by one, vegetables say "eat me".

I'm reminded of Alice in Wonderland.

I can visualise something tasty and simple to make coming together.

I've made my reports and recommendations, emptied the washing machine, replied to Substack, and now I shall spend some time chopping vegetables.

It's time to eat, and drink a glass of wine, turn on the radio and listen to some Gabriel Faure x