Another typical lockdown day I suppose: household tasks and a walk. It was remarkably mild though muddy underfoot. The colours are lovely. I liked these sloes and hips.
I was thinking today about the role of grandparents. My daughter-in-law said she and her sister would stay with grandma and sit on the settee in their pyjamas drinking hot chocolate, watching Golden Girls!! I remember saying, when in a temper, that I would run away and live with grandma (age 7, in Sheffield, going to Portsmouth!) It is the pleasure of grandparents to spoil their grandchildren, I guess.
I am not very enthusiastic about the appearance of so many Christmas decorations, in the shops, in the streets, some houses. It is not yet clear if Christmas will be anything other than virtual, and I resent so much anticipation. I prefer the German tradition of acknowledging Advent as a significant time, with special biscuits and an Advent wreath, and Christmas should come towards the end of December. So that’s my grouch for the day.
One of my favourite CDs is Beethoven’s 9th symphony. I won’t give a link as everyone will have their own version. It has everything: amazing melodies, orchestration, and the final choral section is sublime. I never tire of listening to it.