It’s cold, and I am still ill, and I find myself in bed with the shutters drawn, the fingers of crisp mediterranean sunlight creeping through the thin louvres of wood matched by the fingers of the rude wind that is trying to peel them back, to slam open the shutters and the windows, to fill the room with a bracing cold air. I shudder at it. Leave me alone. The wind is like this all day; powerful and gusty. I hear a terracotta pot scrape across some distant balcony before it falls 2, 4, 5 storeys to the pavement below and shatters. I hope there are no passing dogs caught in the calamity.
I hope you're feeling better now. I listened to this in bed last night and became so relaxed and happy that I fell asleep half way through - so I get to listen to it again today. I am holding my breath until the day your weekly podcast (90 mins) appears when I press the unplayed button on Podbean. Thank you, Huw💜x PS I didn't bother to watch Queer as Folk because the actors were too young!!!
I hope you're feeling better now. I listened to this in bed last night and became so relaxed and happy that I fell asleep half way through - so I get to listen to it again today. I am holding my breath until the day your weekly podcast (90 mins) appears when I press the unplayed button on Podbean. Thank you, Huw💜x PS I didn't bother to watch Queer as Folk because the actors were too young!!!