Still relaxing. Had a lovely meal last night and then watched French Kiss, another Meg Ryan film and a very funny and satisfying one. Today I am taking it easy again after a delicious Lighthouse-style breakfast from Barb, following which she and Dot departed alarmingly for Toronto with shopping in mind. Roger and I stayed here. I have done some packing and checked e-mails, etc. Nothing from British Airways yet, but at least they’re not on strike. Lovely as it is here, I think I’ve reached the stage when I shall be glad to be home, which should be about noon on Friday (or 7am Toronto time).

Have read a few books – two by Randy Wayne White which I think are not quite as good as his earlier stuff, plus Blink, by Malcolm Gladwell, which is excellent. Hard to describe what it’s about: maybe the way we perceive things is as close as you could get in a sentence. Have also read Gawain and the Green Knight, which against all the odds was quite compelling – and very pleasing too, though not exactly politically correct. Plus a book by Roger’s brother John called If we only knew, which I found very moving. It’s broadly about our relationship to God, but consists mostly of people’s surprising and humanly inexplicable experiences, often in Eastern Europe, where he used to work. I’m thinking of getting it for our Tuesday Group. Have written the makings of a few poems, but only two of them are anywhere near complete. Nevertheless, I’m very hopeful. Have just been watching Crossroads – the DVD of a guitar festival organised by Eric Clapton. Some excellent stuff on there, including a number of the greats.