Day 92 - Sunday . Overnight an a knife attack has occured in Reading . Three dead . A Lybyan national has been arrested . It sounds like a terrorist attack and mental health issues have been bandied about . The knifeman has recently been released from prison following a minor offence . Only just released it sounds as if he went amok in the park last night . Can the world get any worse ?
The rain fell relentlessly overnight . It did save us from watering the vegetable plot . It took care of itself . The water butt had filled by this morning . The sun had broken through by 8 am . It was time to venture forth and see what Sunday was going to bring to me . Fathers Day . As you get older you dont have a father to talk to . Just memories of which there are many.
I always look up at the sky to get a handle on what sort of walk I will get and today was no different . There were hints of blue . Patches of white fluffy clouds . But in the distance the sky
looked menacing . Murderous , Heavy , Not wonderful words but they seemed to sum up what I could see . June should be a sunny month but here we are almost at the end - just a week away - and the sky should be deep blue. Not steely grey. Black clouds ready to dump a load of rain on top of us . I would have to get a move on to get my walk in .
If only had still been part of my thoughts overnight and were still there this money . If only our track and trace would work . That has to the wall . Our world beating (Boris words ) system is no more . The government are now moving to something else . Something different . Will that one work ? I set off down the road . I had a choice up or down but today there was some purpose in my steps . Was it quicker to go left , up Hockley Lane and down Central Drive to get where I wanted to get to or to go right , down the hill and up Deerlands .
One way was flatter and slightly downhill . The other downhill and then up. I chose downhill and began counting steps . If only I had a fitbit . I wouldnt have to count - 100 , 200 round the corner just the hill in front of me . I did not stop anywhere just a quick glance at my watch to see what time I had set out . 300, 400, - I think I counted 578 steps or was it 678. My plan to return the opposite way , check the watch and count the steps .
I did not want to walk far . What if it rained ? I would get soaked . I wanted to get back to watch a political programme on the TV. Washing to get out and washing to bring in.
It was an uninspiring walk . Very few were about . That is the story of Sunday morning . Day 92 - and week 14 starting . As I walked with what if still on my mind I remembered that film Sliding Doors . If I remember it correctly there was a choice - go on the train through
the sliding door or let the train go by. A whole different reality and future hinged on those sliding doors . Life is like that .
My walk is influenced by which way I turn . A good walk makes me feel better , makes me feel that the day will be a good one. A poor uninteresting walk leaves me unfullfilled . Today was the second rather than the first . A means to an end . To get out just to have that walk . To get home before the heavens opened . And to check the steps home by a different route .
It turned out the return trip was more steps but less time so its a matter of choice which route to take . A bit like those sliding doors . Do we go through and not ? If we go through we have one future . If we choose not to go through we have different one .
Covid perhaps is like that . Do we ignore it and choose to face life headon - enjoying life with Covid lurking in the background ? Or do we sit at home waiting for it to go away? Which door are you choosing ?
I know what my choice would be . .......................Spain opens up to us tomorrow ............is that the start of a new future?
