Friday 11 November 1994

Bad feelings and a bad period.

I can't hack it any more. I've gone to stay with Mum and Dad for a few days to get a bit of comfort, a bit of TLC.

From the patio I see three fruit trees with tender leaves ablaze in the evening light. Then I lie in the hammock and gaze at the half moon shining through the walnut branches. The cat and dog wander up and sit beneath me like know-it-all statues guarding a temple.

Ancient days.

Oh, yes. This morning I talked to the kids about the First World War and we were quiet for two minutes at 11am. When I opened my eyes Alice was looking at me. She seemed deeply distressed but wouldn't talk about it.