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Published: June 19th 2020
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I wondered about the literary habits of number 6
John Dryden was an English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who was made England's first Poet Laureate in 1668. He is seen as dominating the literary life of Restoration England to such a point that the period came to be known in literary circles as the Age of Dryden. Day 89 - Imprisoned , trapped , prevented from going for a walk today. Gaoled . Incarcerated. All those words applied today. I have felt trapped before but somehow this morning it felt
ten one hundred times worse . I knew before I even got up I was going nowhere . I could hear the rain already. Under the bedclothes it just sounded like a gentle patter . Reality was something very very different . A leaden sky that looked heavy with rain . Would a pregnant filled to the belly with rain sound a better metaphor for what I could see? I knew my walk was in jeopardy before I even got one foot out of bed.
Over a long lingering breakfast - porridge for the driver . Nothing for me but a long stretched out cup of coffee followed quickly by another . Perhaps a ray of sunshine would appear on the horizon and I could get out before I started work . Thursday being workday means if I dont get my walk in the next half and hour I wont get out until later in the day. Much later .
I stretched that coffee out
and got my coat out - just in case. No point as it was still throwing it down and showed no sign of letting up. Remember yesterday - the man from the windscreen company is coming today to install new screen in Gabby . Any likelihood of that with it bucketing rain down. No chance . Not unless it picked up in the afternoon . Might as well go for a shower . Might have stopped raining by then. Just to break up the time off I trotted taking my time . Much longer than I should have stayed in there . I just stood under the water enjoying the minutes passing by. If it cleared up by the time I got out of the shower I could still just about get my walk in before I was due to start work .
It is now 8am and outside the rain is running down the hill like a stream . I have no intention of going out in it . So work it was . Log on and clear e-mails . LIke a caged lion I got up from my chair and walked round the front room. How many
times would I have to walk round to make up an hour of walking? I walked back and went into a Skype meeting . Then set about looking up provision for jobseekers . Up and down I paced . A bit of searching . A bit of walking to the kitchen . Another cup of coffee and a biscuit . A Skype meeting on home working . Make dinner . Pace about to the bathroom . Pace about to the bedroom . Eat dinner . It was one of those days that was going very slowly .
With no break in the weather I set back to work . Checking a crib sheet I needed to use for phoning customers . Paced back and to up the garden in the rain for fresh air . Rang a customer . Stood outside and paid respects to a neighbour who had passed away. Not from Covid 19. A sad loss as we will miss chatting about motorhoming to him . The hearse drove by and the feeling of loss was felt deeply as we stood out in the pouring rain. Under the umbrella the rain still soaked us. Back to work . Another coffee . When will we feel free again . It was time to log off for the day and the windscreen company called round . They spent about one minute perusing the situation . "No cannot do it - our canopy is not big enough" They shot off promising to ring back and do it tomorrow . With another overcast and wet day that was highly unlikely .
By 5 the rain had subsided . I should have forced myself out but are you like me - lazy when it comes to doing something out of sync with what we regard as normal . I can walk at 6 or 7 in the morning . A walk at 5 would have been pleasant . It might have been different but could I be bothered ? No not bothered today.
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