writing 22 April 2008
I am sitting looking out at a beautiful view and writing away. I have always been able to write wherever I fetch up (when the inspiration is flowing, that is – some days it just ain’t there) At home at the moment I am generally at the kitchen table either looking out at the garden or at the middle island where the cat is not supposed to be but always is. And I haven’t ever been bothered that the view is not more spectacular. But today I am at Annamakerrig in County Monaghan where Tyrone Guthrie had a house – in fact I am in Lady Guthrie’s room and the view is stunning and I have to say it’s proving quite inspirational. I’m not writing what I see but when I do lift the head and look out of the window the beauty is balm for the soul.
Also there are a lot of yellow flowers from the gorse to daffodils to primroses. Yellow makes me happy.
No crisps in the house, which is probably a good thing – I can wean myself off.
I have jettisoned the new and expensive eye cream and the puffiness is going…though my skin is still like an alligators. My face would make a rough auld handbag currently. Ah well, there’s always the view…
