Mixed Day.

What a strange day. A heady mixture of good company, delightful revelation, and disappointment over an e-mail-that-hasn’t-arrived. And now my house is making strange, disturbing noises that are quite different from the usual shrinking boards-and-the-like. Nothing inspirational in the news, and the new motor is proving to be a bit of a gas guzzler. What’s more, the houseflies are multiplying, which is most unusual for this time of year. I’m beginning to suspect that they haven’t come out of hibernation, but are newly hatched. That almost certainly means there’s something dead somewhere, which gives me an interesting thought.

Given the number of visitors I don’t have, if I died in this house it would probably be ages before anybody cottoned on. And then they would find me crawling with maggots. That’s some sort of reincarnation, I suppose. I feel disinclined to go to bed.