Gloomy Sunday

Get up at six thirty and make a full english breakfast with coffee. The sun is already high in the sky, despite the early hour and it is already warm. I have to draw the curtains in the garden room as the sun's glare is making it oppressive. After showering and dressing, hang yesterdays bedding back out to air, before driving to St John's for nine O'clock Pentecost mass. There is only one parking space in North Bar Without and I squeeze in, but when I get out of my car, the driver of the next car accuses me of hitting his. I deny this, as I had been careful, but sure enough there is a slight scuff where my car has caught his. We exchange addresses and the scuff on his car rubs away with my hankie. In the end it turns out we are both attending St John's, and hurry so as not to be late. After communion I look to see the man again and hope to offer to make a donation of £20 to the church, to help his feelings, but it's too late he has already left. Perhaps I might see him next week. After church, collect Leslie from Molescroft and I drive us both to Skidby Windmill cafe for coffee and cakes. Whether it's the little accident earlier or not, nevertheless I have a general sense of foreboding, the lovely weather, the impending crises in Europe and the Middle East, suddenly put me in mind of the summer of 1914, almost a hundred years ago. Let's hope there is no equivalent of the assassination of Arch Duke Ferdinand! After dropping Leslie back home, I drive back to Tickton and despite having numerous chores awaiting my attention, I find my energy levels are low, despite the glorious weather. I conclude that I must be feeling a little low, and recognising that fact, realise that this feeling and it's associated energy state will pass in due course. So meditate and rest for an hour and then feel a little better as a consequence. I repot a few plants, but by now it's too hot to do much outside, other than take in my clean, aired bedding. I put up the sun umbrella and read my book through the afternoon and once it's cooler, make a lamb pilau, which I eat in the garden. The heat wave is due to break on Tuesday, but fine weather is set to return for the jubilee weekend.