Sun is shining in the sky
There ain’t a cloud in sight
It’s stopped raining everybody’s in a play
And don’t you know it’s beautiful new day, hey hey…
Electric Light Orchestra
Before anybody starts to think that my blog has been hacked, or that I am undergoing some serious 1970s form of personality disorder, I can assure you that all is well. Well, all is well in my world, and that is fairly relative.
In the year of our Lord, 2018, on the 21st March at 7.13 in the morning, I am seated at my computer, looking out onto a world that has changed.
My black cat has just disappeared up a tree, a wood pigeon is sitting watching her with cruel indifference, and the skeletal fingers of the night’s frost are receding. Despite the fact that I am to participate in my daily round of mummery (me teaching, me as teacher), I am feeling strangely optimistic; perhaps the drugs, that I failed to take for almost two weeks, have eventually started to kick-in.
Or perhaps the sun is playing its magic upon me.