As I went out one morning...

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Yesterday morning in fact. I couldn't stay in. The news about Ched Evans' potential return to football, and the ridiculous remarks by Sheffield supporters brought me down, and I just wanted to leave again. So I just closed the door behind me, my intention being to go far, Scotland maybe...silly really, the news would be the same there. Sense returned quickly and instead I popped down to Greenwich, to the Naval Colleges and the Queen's House, the park and the river and the observatory. It was pleasant. I walked my bad mood away.

The news about Robin Williams has impacted me more deeply than I realised but to talk about why simply brings back the sorrow, so I won't. A neighbour is playing some very sweet music this morning, and I'll just let that seep in and gladden my soul. It's hard, writing today. I am not sad, not really. But RW is still on my mind. Strange, how strangers can be important.