drag

 it is such a drag. Dragging out of bed, there is nothing to go for. there is so little to go to. This misery is not over, but start to to do the things that were planned for anyhow. Read the news, look at the funny things on facebook. People just cannot be serious, desiderata, be placid!

when every movement is just another drag, wash the teeth, brush the hair and comb the mind.

There is nothing worth knowing about on the computer today, nothing seems to be going anywhere.

leave the house and walk to the park on the hill. It is not as extensive as the park in Hampstead, it was possible to go on long walks there, to watch the kites flying, and to visit the café in Southend Green.

The steep hill takes the breath away, take a turn along the hill rather than trying to climb directly up. There are a few old people out walking, they may be from the home nearby. They are having a harder time with the hill, but they do not give up.

At the top of the hill sit on the bench there, there are still few people about. The children say hello, their parents say good morning. It is a pleasant atmosphere here.

After a while the lady seen at the bottom of the hill turns up. She looks at this younger man sitting on the bench and says that climbing hills is hot work.

After a while, decide to go on, maybe to visit the shops.

Then realise that there is no wallet in the pocket.

Return home, to find it forgotten on the desk, only the cat is awake. The rest of the family is asleep.

such a drag.

go on to the shops.

buy a baguette.

just feel really antisocial.