Seb is still asleep. Have been awake since 7.20am. It’s now 10.01am. Don’t understand how he can sleep for sooooooo long in the morning.
Sunlight streams through the thin curtains. Can hear the roar of the sea and the screeching of the gulls. We’re missing a beautiful day out there. Just want to walk down to the sea with my darling. Yesterday it was a beautiful turquoise. Am so happy in this place with him. Don’t want to go home. Wish we could be together more often. It’s going to be tough in October when he goes to university. It’s tough anyway: whenever am separated from him.
In our imaginary future when we are married we will need separate bedrooms as our sleeping habits do not combine well.
If he’s not awake by 10.30am am going to give him a gentle cuddle. Don’t feel mentally well if don’t get-up-and-outside in the morning. We can always have an afternoon sleep.
Also: we only managed a few minutes of The Shining and want to finish it. Love Jack Nicholson. And Stephen King. His On Writing is one of my best writing books.
Feel a bit sad that have finished Peter Ackroyd’s Alfred Hitchcock just now. It’s marvellous.
Anyway: had better make self a coffee since no-one else is going to do it.
The Labrador person in the picture is one of Seb’s Mum’s ones.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
*1978. By Iris Murdoch.