I did it. I got myself up there on my head and on my own. I’d refused his help. And then thought I would just put myself in position and see what happened. And I did it. It was lovely. Perhaps it may be tricky to do it again. But at least I now know that it can be done. It’s been 8 weeks since I fell. What a time it takes to recover. And do we ever really fully do so?
Rows of fluffy clouds blanket the sky. Is it a mackerel sky? he asked.
I woke from several dreams. In one a woman told me of a top flat that was available to rent. It would be too small for the two of us but she told me of it anyway. It was part of a main house and you had to pass through their living quarters to get to it. You have to go through a picture frame, she said.
In another dream a disembodied voice told me to ‘listen’. To what? I asked when I woke.
