cheep

At home again, to the scuffling cheep of month-old chicks. My mum’s, they are currently - and constantly - having a confab in their specially heated run in the unused nook attached to the living room. Mum has recently branched out from egg production with the view to selling the full-grown birds to other would-be chicken enthusiasts, of which there are apparently an increasing number. An egg evangelist, if you will. So, if you’re interested in bijou poultry production, give her a call. Please, don't call me.


My friend Andrea sent me this quote by Rilke the other day. It relates to my current predicament, although I reckon its pretty good advice generally speaking. Suspiciously Buddhist-sounding too:


"Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day."

(Rainer Maria Rilke, 'Letters to a Young Poet')


I shouldn't hang around, as I have to go into town and buy trousers. Leicester, my old stomping ground. What it lacks in glamour, it makes up for in... um... curry.

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