Reaching First Base
What ho! And a lovely week beckons (optimism lingers) and the Robins are singing. What a great start to the day when they are tootling away to mark the dawn. The spring dawn chorus has to be the most stunning noise in nature and I can't wait for the blackbirds to get going. A sign that the lighter days are here (even if it doesn't feel like it just yet). And on top of that, Chris is back at breakfast which is a very good thing indeed. Indeed as a politician spun his/her web of double speak on another channel, how lovely to shut the door on it and get some tunes going. It's the only way to be. Bird song and rock'n'roll is a life enhancing start to the day, particularly as insomnia has struck again and a certain bleariness can be expected.
Yesterday I got to see Warhorse, the new Steven Spielberg movie and epic is the word. It is everything you want it to be and you relax, knowing that with Mr Spielberg at the helm, all will be well. And I'm talking to him today for the movie show which is very exciting.
Today (as well as seeing the return of Rebecca) is the return of the Radio 2 Book Club and a top tale with first time novelist Chad Harbach's "The Art of Fielding". It is a baseball story, telling the story of one Henry Skrimshander (yes really) and how he lives with the repercussions of an inexplicably wayward aim. The lives of 5 people change for ever. Read a chapter here and then hear Chad from 6. And FIELDING should work for the oldies too. Essentially thats THROWING and CATCHING isn't it? And a bit of BOUNCING. In fact everything to do with BALLS (steady Prime Minister). You know what you have to do.
Have a clear-sighted and perceptive Monday. See you after 5.