I’ve been neglecting my friends

I’ve been so busy with Kimbleton Tardigrade since he came to stay.

I haven’t spoken to some of my other friends for weeks.

What about Ted and Lopsy, and Bimbo, and Didcot, and cousins Peter and Sylvie and Seaford?

I haven’t even spoken to my sister Jenny for more than a month.

I hope they’re all all right.

I had another postcard from Dillion the dragon yesterday.

He’s still playing his harp in Wales.

I dare say with him away, Ellie may be feeling lonely.

I’ll give her a ring.

Ellie’s Book Club is a very enjoyable event. We meet on Zoom and talk about all the books that we’ve been reading.

I’ll see how Jenny’s getting on. And then I think that will be enough conversation for one day.

Oops.

Being retired myself, I forget that a lot of other people are still carrying on as normal.

Or as near to normal as they can.

My friends and relations are all busy with meaningful activities.

I fear I’ve got selfish and lazy.

This time last year I was learning new things, growing beans, trying to cheer people up with my Welsh Cakes, helping to amuse Bimbo while he convalesced, and planning my great bicycling expedition.

This year I don’t feel very motivated to do anything.

Tomorrow I’ll make a plan for a better way of life.

But for now I’ll lie down and think about playing my triangle with Dillion on his harp, on the top of a Welsh mountain.