I can’t remember when I last stayed in bed on a Sunday morning; it’s quite a while ago. Maybe it’s the edge of storm Brian blowing outside, though we are on the edge of it so it’s not severe here. Mind you, many people might consider the present hour, 9am, early for a Sunday morning! I’ll do no more than start this post here, waiting to see what the day brings.

It already took me off on a journey, following up on a ‘like’ from a new-to-me blogger in the southern USA (these journeys are one of the delights of blogging for me). Though I can relate to much of what this young woman writes, it it is the excellent writing which, primarily,  has prompted me to ‘follow’ her.

Of course, before that I ambled through my usual blogger friends to see what was new, commenting when appropriate, my usual first-thing-in-a-morning activity. Now, being Sunday, bacon and eggs calls.

2.45pm

Healthy breakfast!

Well, that was so far a lazy day. I didn’t start the bacon and eggs immediately after writing those first three paragraphs. I was diverted by a quote from poet Denise Levertov, posted under the title ‘Wear scarlet’ (the first two words of the quote) by my good blogger friend Iulia which, after a brief  ‘blog chat’ with her during which I couldn’t resist pulling her leg about my ‘healthy’ breakfast, sent me into a contemplative mood.  Breakfast became brunch, at about 11am.

The quote came as a bit of a shock, another of those ‘coincidences’ I don’t believe in. As the result of the ‘like’ from the blogger I had not previously known , referred to above, I had been reading her blog. She seemed to have decided to “wear scarlet”, as you will see if you visit her blog.

I knew as we were now out of bread I should make some but although it’s hardly an onerous task I just couldn’t jerk myself out of contemplation. I decided to watch a film (‘Buried Treasure’) which I have been meaning to watch for a while  on catchup, before it expired. With John Thaw in the principal role, an actor I admire greatly not only as Inspector Morse, I wanted to watch it but I knew the subject matter was likely to upset me (which may be a subject for another day, or never). It did, so now I’m back to the bread-making.

Endeavouring to assign a category to this post I’ve found it impossible, which suggests I’m ‘rambling’. So I’ll stop right there.

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