I have the blues today…was going to write more of The Highland Rocks, but just couldn’t get into it, and feel full of the woes, like what’s the point, will anyone want to read it etc etc. Was going to sew but the needle feels too heavy. Might just curl up with Dan Brown’s latest. Outside its cold and showery and the seas are crashing about. Can’t be bothered going out and getting soaked. Tomorrow I am going to the Writers’ Club in Adelaide, where I will meet up with the other elderly members. The secretary is 90 and she writes poetry. I need to make friends, but inertia has set in, and I’m homesick for proper BBC and friends to have a coffee with. I have ventured to yoga, but everyone just stares at their own belly buttons, and then we all leave, as though we are going somewhere special.

Did go and see Babies last week. A documentary about 4 babies from Japan, US, Namibia and Mongolia. Fantastic, as all 4 tots all reached their milestones at the same time, regardless of money, stimulus, material wealth or time spent with educational toys or chatty mums….the African baby mostly rolled about the dirt eating old bones, and his mother mostly ignored him, yet in the end he was quite the star and the most easy going. I did love the Mongolian baby, he lay at first parcelled up so he couldn’t move and his only stimulation was when a rooster jumped on the bed and marched around him. Later we see his face as a goat with giant horns dips its head into his bath.

By contrast the Japanese and American babies were bamboozled with every kind of mobile stimulation known to man. Lovely documentary by the French man, Thomas Balmez. Need the proverbial shake. I should be more positive and march about, but when you can’t you can’t. So for now, it’s off to Dan Brown.