It is still minus 5 out there. I miss my walks, not that they are as pleasurable was they used to be. My legs can feel like iron. And the cold bites at my poor beleaguered hands. I must wait for fresh air and the movement of my body till later in the day when there is the promise of sun. So I work and try to organise all the bits that spin around inside my head. A good day yesterday. No, it was more than that. I was filled up with it. And those Claire Curneen’s were exquisite. How blessed I am.
