In the pub with J, by a roaring log fire, the landlord fond of throwing anything and everything onto it including our empty tomato ketchup sachets, George the dog chews up beer mats, thrown to him to stop him barking, loud, harsh, single barks.
Today I learned that the husband of someone I work with had died unexpectedly, a blood clot in his leg travelling to his heart, felling him as he went to get into his car to drive to his first day in a new job. Really, we never know the day or the hour (and I know this originally referred to the return of Christ but still... what is the return of Christ if not a metaphor for death anyway?) This saw me beginning my day stunned, sorry and chastened.
Hats arrived today - lovely, cosy and astonishingly ornate hats. And suddenly everyone in town is wearing hats, as the temperature dips a little lower than the amazingly mild temperatures of recent days and I begin to believe I'll need a hat soon to keep my ears warm. Maybe it will also soothe my mind.
2 comments:
I love the detail about George, chewing beer mats to prevent barking. I sometimes feel like that!
Didn't Willie Nelson sing an ode to hats... "You Are Always On My Mind"... 8-)
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