1. I re-acquainted myself with the wood at the top of the
lane a couple of days ago. (It’s where somebody I held in high regard once did her
best Hermione Granger ‘boys are useless’ impersonation.) I’d forgotten what a sense
of magic hangs in the air there. An imaginative person might be excused for
expecting to see the flash of a unicorn’s horn or hear the hoof beats of a
centaur, and I’m an imaginative person. I’ve taken to calling it ‘the Harry
Potter wood’, and it’s currently the place where I’d most like to die.
2. Chronic back pain is very good at dampening the spirits.
3. I find myself irretrievably drawn to young mothers with
their first baby these days. There’s something so very appealing and life-affirming
about them.
4. Five favourite quotations from Harry Potter movies:
Severus Snape:
That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss
Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in
being an insufferable know-it-all?
Dumbledore:
Of course it’s all inside your head, Harry. Why should that
make it any less real?
Moaning Myrtle:
Oh, Harry: if you should die down there, you’re welcome to
share my toilet.
Hermione Granger:
Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon…
Luna Lovegood:
Oh, I’ve interrupted a deep thought, haven’t I? I can see it
growing smaller in your eyes.
5. It disturbs me that I share a lot of characteristics with
Ron Weasley. That really does disturb me.
6. I’ve no idea if and when I’ll make another post. The chronic
back pain is depressing my spirits (not to mention the multiple computer
problems, the insufferable incompetence of the corporate world, or the constant
wondering whether I still have a life to get through.)
I’m off to bed now, hoping that the back pain doesn’t keep
me awake or the nightmares keep waking me up. The nightmares are full of vague
images that I try to work out in the unwholesome darkness of the early hours
while trying to get back to sleep through the back pain.
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