I can’t believe I’m now listing to The Archers omnibus…
Tulip lasagna planting:
The Coen brothers:
Democracy (or the increasing lack of) in Hong Kong:
The life of Des O’Connor:
And am now facing Desert Island Discs with Labour leader Kier Starmer… Enough!
I’m accumulating cups of tea:
And my head is going to explode if I have to stay tuned to any more thoroughly-middle-class ‘easy listening’. Sorry, I love the BBC but this is too much.
So why am I doing it?
Because I’m supervising this little bundle on life, who is bringing joy and leaping and pouncing and chewing and chasing into our lives again.
BBC Radio 4 is intended to bring soothing narcolepsy to her new kitchen home.
But it’s like having a baby again; bursts of all-action energy and spells of total inactivity. Still, it’s doing me good.
I read an excellent piece of advice in the week: whatever your faith (or lack of it) everyone should have a Sabbath; a day of rest where you sit, relax and put jobs aside. I’ve not been properly idle forever.
Despite The Archers, it’s good to sit still for a few hours on a Sunday.