My fingers, itching to get on with the task of expressing the thoughts still crystalizing in my head, got started without me, as it were, and so that’s how I come to be looking at these words on the screen –
With more time on my hands these days …
Really? Not as far as I’d noticed!
Ah, but now that my brain has caught up with the fingers, I see that all I have to do is complete the sentence.
… for life outside of civil engineering, building and construction generally, …
And as I’m now warming to my subject, and brain and fingers are fully synchromeshed, I can move the conversation on to what it is that, these days, I’m now finding more time for. [There, fingers, that’s how it should have come out!]
… I’m getting back to basics.
The basics? The things that have been part of our lives as long as we can remember, like the home-grown fruit and vegetables of childhood, and the spinning and wool crafts that we learned together soon after we were married. The foundations of our life-values. The things without which we wouldn’t even be us at all.
These are by me. The skeins in the basket are for the Hebridean Woolshed’s garden shop. The blackberry wine and the liver pate are by me, too – but not for selling!