In the midst of a heatwave we celebrate solstice in England. What a glorious time at the moment.
You find me at home on a beautiful Sunday morning listening to Mozart's Lucio Silla and reading my book.
I spent part of last week in the Sussex countryside staying at a country house. Walks, sunshine and exquisite wine. Ross and I were at Selwyn together. Re-establishing our friendship after the lost years after my breakdown we chat a fair bit. His elder daughter is a very fine singer.
What a glorious couple of days it was. Actually able to relax.
Back in my more urban environment I was once again exposed to the selfishness of drivers, cyclists and pedestrians thus increasing my irritation and stress levels.
But that is outside and I don't plan to go on the roads today. Cooking is what matters today.
In our uncertain world with Trump widening the scope of the conflagration in the middle east last night; it is terrifying. I fear for the young.
So I stick to my kitchen, my wine, my opera, and my books. Today there will be roast chicken with Jersey Royal potatoes, stuffing, carrots, runner beans and broccoli. As it's English Wine Week a glass of splendid Chapel Down Bacchus.
Please stay safe in this dangerous world.
I Heard a Voice.
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