The many and various ways I pass the time now has a new addition. Usually it involves drinking coffee whilst sitting at a computer keeping in touch with chums, or sipping wine sitting on our tiny terrace catching the sun, and wondering what else I can do to avoid any cleaning or tidying or putting away of stuff and things that aren't even MINE. And now I am going to type this blog. Provided that doesn't become a chore as well, in which case...

Saturday, 14 April 2012

Rest and Respite

Such a busy April so far, what with starting our move to live permanently and full-time in mid-Wales and getting The Husband's house ready for sale, that I didn't get a chance just to sit still and listen to some Bach for Easter.  Finally, though, I have a morning off so I am cuddled up with the laptop and a cup of coffee and my headphones on so I can soak up some of this.

I mentioned to my Big Sis, Perpetua, that Handel and Mozart are supremely uplifting for me too, as she had said they were for her, but that Bach had wormed its way into my very being, or some such phrase.  This opening chorus of the Johannes Passion is in quite some way resposible for that.  It drills through me...


  1. That was glorious, Baby Sis. thank you. Good luck with the remainder of the preparations.

    1. That was this am, this pm I have won a few quid on Seabass each way, backing a female jockey to come in the top four on her first go at the Grand National - she came third. Utterly stoked, not so much for my cash win but for Katie Walsh's triumph. Stupendous.

    2. Well done, that jockey! I normally watch the Grand National, but completely forgot about it with no TV here. We missed the Boat Race excitement too...