Slipped Through My Fingers

The evening was golden and it was blue but the silky colours which caressed the dying day could not deny that that day had slipped through my fingers. A little regret was partially suppressed by a few photographs snatched before tantalising late sun fell into dusk. I was lucky to have a defuser colleague at hand when an unexpected incident at work upset me more than I would have imagined. I bounced back as one must and stayed on for an important meeting. All these things are important but now my desire to get back to recently ill Greg competed with the desire to do a couple of things and mixed with disappointment that many of my photographic aspirations would remain still on a to-do list. Many of my Flickr photographs are taken not strictly to satisfy my own hobbies other than Flickr itself. They are taken instead to contribute to various groups. One such is the improbable 'Chinese Restaurant Worldwide Documentation Project'. It excludes rather pragmatically such restaurants in China and Hong Kong but I am rather enjoying adding those I see more easily. My humble documentation of those in my own area seem to attract a respectable number of views.

With Greg recovering from his recent indisposition, we felt able to eat Indian food this evening. The latest 'Taste the Difference' boxed meal from Sainsburys was flawless. Quantities and flavours were excellent, the composition of the meal avoided the predictable and to consume it was uplifting.

To continue with upliftment I turned to the living room and our recordings of Great British Railway Journeys. No praise is too high for the series or its presenter, Michael Portillo. The programmes delicately balance railway interest with extraordinary history and contemporary narration. So soothing is the content that a problem has now arisen on more than one occasion. I fall asleep not with ennui but sheer contentment and we have to return to the recording at a more wakeful moment. If I can do anything in life as well as Portillo presents these programmes then I shall have achieved something. Perhaps I shall have to settle for loving Greg and my friends in my own peculiar way.