Reflective.

It always feels good when I get to write the first blog posting of a brand new month. There is something satisfying about seeing yet another subheading appear on the homepage and to know that, for the first and only time in my life really, I have stuck at something, and continue to do so.  

After the 'early Spring hit' of Sunday and Monday, today is depressingly dull and overcast. I suppose it is just a gentle reminder from the Gods of our Weather that we're only just out of February, and that the UK Spring these days doesn't really start until late May. 

 

I have to say that I cannot imagine a scenario in which I would take up arms to defend my country if we were invaded by a hostile force. I don't know if it's unpatriotic, laziness or simply cowardice, but if another country rolled through England and wanted to occupy us, I think I would just shrug my shoulders and let them get on with it. 

 

I seem to be using the Russia/Ukraine situation as an excuse to eat even more like a student than I was a month ago. I think the subconscious reasoning is 'if we're getting bombed back to the Stone Age soon, I may as well enjoy crap food while I've got it'.

 

Philippa is away this weekend with some old friends, meeting up for a 'girlie mums' get-together. I can't remember if this is a pre-planned, post-Covid catch-up, or if she needs a break from our marriage and has hastily arranged this to get away from me, but either way I'm looking forward to the time alone with Mathew. It will be a different vibe and a new level of connection between us. I might advance his movie knowledge by putting on 'The Thing'....

RC 2-3-22