Standing in my garden at twilight put me in mind of the
orchestral work In a Summer Garden,
by Frederick Delius. I don’t know why that never struck me before since I’m
something of a fan of Delius’s music. This evening I could have imagined myself transported to his house and garden at Grez-sur-Loing in France. In
fact, I did imagine it. I also discovered this evening that Delius was born on
the same date as my mother.
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The good experience I had with a contact at BT recently proved to be short-lived. It’s back to normal now with bucketfuls of stress, anxiety, and serious irritation. And a new pattern has emerged in my life: I go to bed at 3am, wake briefly just after 6, and again just after 9. It’s happened the past four nights in succession. I wonder what that’s all about.
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