Sunday, November 20

 

 

I have gone for a pre-brunch walk because my knees have started aching. Everywhere feels like Spring. The snow has almost melted and it now looks like a group of sculptures. It has hard and definite edges, and several shades of colour, and some sculptures have holes all the way through.

Flowers have started growing where the snow has melted, and I contemplate cycling to work tomorrow morning.

Later we will go to visit Naa. We will arrive just as Roosa leaves. Then we will go to visit Irma’s father, before all coming back to eat. Irma will drive Naa home, I will read.

We will both go to bed early.