way to go

 It is bright and it is time to get up. Nature is both blinding and calling today, go downstairs, bathroom and breakfast making first of all. Feed the cat. Note that in the general untidiness down here that there is now one pracically empty tin of cat food on the counter, and two opened tins in the refrigerator. The cat gets the equivalent of gelato al carne for breakfast. Sounds good and smells awful. But the cat likes it apparently. Rinse the other tin and chuck it,

Three egg sunday, and then read the news. Not understanding military methods and not really knowing about the natures  Ukrainians or Russians leaves plenty of room for wonderment, and a certain fear of the brutality being displayed, the bombings, the destruction, the lies and the torments are all the one horror, all the result of a group trying to take what is not theirs by force. It will be may years before there is normality on the ground there, it will be a lifetime before the people may adequately greet each other again.

There is music today, only from the radio. It was just a gesture to switch it on, and the steady high quality sound of the B4 Klassik radio program presented by a tiny Bose speaker is a joy. It also successfully competes with the hiss in the right ear, drowning this just a little. The hand still aches from the fall down the stairs yesterday, that is what you get for going downstairs on slippy woollen socks. "Should have worn shoes" is the thought, but: nothing much happened and the pain is a reminder to be more careful in future. Looking forward is the only way to go,