I did take myself out for a constitutional this morning, but it was a pretty cold one. There was a freezing wind blowing from the west, whipping up the waves to a white-topped frenzy. And the beach was scoured clean of shingle at the water's edge, showing a lovely clean ribbon of sand. Not the weather to hang about though, so I scurried back in to warm up. Now the evening is closing in, dark, grey and wintry. I'm not going to venture out again today.
Yesterday evening was quite good fun after all. I invited Gay Friend to join us for supper, not only to add a little height to the proceedings (he is a good 5' 10") but to give me a hand too. I cooked a roast chicken, with lots of roasted vegetables, and we had a homemade soup first, and blueberry meringues for dessert. It was not the easiest as regards conversation, because my French Lady really doesn't have any English conversation to speak of. We did laugh a lot though, and my little Swiss Hobbit came out of his shell (or should it be his burrow?) and positively shone in the conversation stakes. I was very impressed, and it did mean that we had a very pleasant meal, which was enjoyed by everyone. After we had finished and cleared away, GF and I retired to the Sitting Room to watch the last half hour of "Lark Rise to Candleford". Then, we were lucky enough to happen upon "The Graduate", which, amazingly, GF had not seen before. What an elegant film it is! And I just adore the Simon and Garfunkel soundtrack. Katharine Ross looked as stylish today as she did then, and it was so funny. I could feel the awful discomfort of the 21 year old, just coming to terms with his manhood and having to deal with the desperately inane conversations and behaviour of his parents and their generation. It was 1968 and they could have been on another planet. No wonder it was such a watershed movie. It did stop me in my tracks though - I suppose our grown-up children must feel a bit the same. I know we don't judge them in the same way and, hopefully, we don't push them headfirst into the Rat-Race any more. But we can't really be their friends, can we? They need us to be parents. Anyway, that was the perfect end to a perfect Mother's Day, and I hope all you Mothers had a very good day too.