How to make your world go round.
“We just have to be patient” my mother said.
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Last week I was sitting with Graham having a glass of wine. (Ah, I just had him read over this text and he said, "Did you mean a bottle?”). We’re lucky. We have each other, we have a view, we have wine. It doesn’t mean that we’re not both a bit like : “Whaaat?”
We love having deep conversations on the deck.
We sit, we drink, we talk, sometimes we debate, bicker and disagree. Because he is Scottish and I am Corsican there is nothing more we like than fuming, laughing and ranting. Sometimes I actually get mad. I don’t know if he realizes I am. He must think I’m only pretending. But I’m not : I am actually mad. Oh, what a dream of a woman I am.
That evening he was being philosophical about the lockdown, and I was getting edgy :
“The problem is that none of this makes any SENSE! No sense at all!!!”
“How it happened, why it happened, what it is doing to the world, how badly it is impacting so many people - I just can’t make sense of it.”
“And trust m…