Graham just telephoned we will not be driving to day as the roads are greasy with rain and the traffic is heavy because of the rock fall at Mount Bingham causing road closure and huge tail back of commuter traffic.
Edward Adult Education class.
8.36.am. Rain. Charley has just waved to me from across the road where he is sitting in his front room window seated at the table where he makes models for his grand children.
Hot coffee from my flask with one Belvita breakfast biscuit. I had to consume cold-cure tablets to ward off my soar throat yesterday afternoon.
There are nineteen years left, then I shall be as old as my mother when she died at eighty-six years of age. This week had gone so quickly. I did not do much work yesterday only scanned new stars with angels cavorting upon them. At least I have made a start on my angel work after the long summer break, when I was forced to prepare and turn my studio back into a bedroom for the use of my summer visitors. I have been sleeping on the sofa-bed it is blocking the floor space. The room is much quieter over looking our garden. The atmosphere in the room is lighter then our master bed room where Edward and I sleep, it is also the room where Grandpa Wason my mothers father died. My studio was my mothers bedroom most of her life.
My cold is yet to develop, I cant feel any soreness in my throat at present but my nose is wet and my left ear buzzing.
Edwards body is like a warm limpet wrapped around me. The cold mornings have begun, I will be dressing strait from bed into my ski suit each day soon.
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