(Those here to read the review of 'Luca Antara' - see 7th Jan. post below.)
ABM and I have had a pleasant day - lunch out with his parents (after a leisurely breakfast) at a cafe called 'The Book'. I have no idea why it is called that - I saw no books. But plenty of paninis. We talked about how there used to be just two choices of bread - brown or white, sliced or unsliced . Back when the word panini, as ABM's Dad said, simply meant an Italian street urchin.
Since then we have had a wander around a couple of art galleries just knowing our son M could/ should be on display ... one day, when the time is right. 'Patience achieves everything'. Or as my Irish great-grandmother Agnes Reid was fond of saying in her Derry accent, "Payshuns and per-severance." (Ah. A long-lost virtue I'm afraid Great-Grandma.)
The day is mild and dull. Not a bad thing as the sun here when it shines full-on is brutal and my skin cannot take much of that anymore. I'll just become one large freckle.
I am reading VS Naipaul's essays now. Devouring his reflections on the art of writing entertwined with his own writing history and his background. He is a favourite writer of mine - his novel, 'A House for Mr Biswas' is brilliant. Looking for something to read? Try that book. I know you'll not regret it. I also like his book, 'The Enigma of Arrival.'
I have been having interesting dreams while on holiday. One was about a sheep that needed shearing - half of it was shorn. The poor thing was quite lopsided and having trouble standing upright. It kept toppling over. "Somebody! Shear that sheep!" I was mentally shouting.