1 Yes, be confident that the world is keeping to its orbit, that things are what they are expected to be. The warm weather has come, I have been out on my road-bike, the leaves are ready to be collected, and I have a cold. As I stand, the water runs from my nostril. I feel cold. I may well put on a scarf. Oh, and my head is 'full of cold'. What is going on, you ask? The world is turning. One thing follows another, in a regular way. Ah.
2 Yes, your bike has reached the bike shop in Forest Row. Ian describes it as 'stunning'. It will be on show in the shop until you collect. In the meantime, I shall attend upon the owner and pay him. I also expect him to tell me (again) that he has (or is close to having) a new front chainset for me. How about that. Two strikes in the one week.
3 And the Passion rehearsal. Yet that too is proceeding well. I declared the shortness of my dress, my costume. I reminded the wardrobe mistress that she had cut off a foot or so; she will restore the cut. The drama, meanwhile, develops. Yesterday, Master Pilate washed his hands of it all. And, as I left, the procession to Calvary was beginning. (I left because I felt cold in my cycling kit and because I sensed that I was running out of light.)
4 So too in farawayland. Things are normal. So console the little fellow as best you can. His pain will pass. His parent's recollection of it will not. They will need no reminding, no scolding of their failure. They will be their own accusers and judges. Attend to the little fellow.
5 It's time to replace the current water-logged tissue. It's time as well to get into the sun.
Stayathome
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