Cold

A funny day that started wrong when after a fretful night’s dreaming and insomnia and opting not to get up early for a cycle, I had to get up anyway to rescue S. who got a puncture a few miles out.
Missed the 7am post for a birthday card that needed to go today. Such a bitter north wind I had my ski jacket on .
Worked for most of the day, feeling a bit below par.
Anyway eventually lit the fire and sat down to read this short story written by E M Forster in 1909 which strangely predicts a future not so very different from today with a sort of internet of things ruling the world and social distancing the norm! The machine is everything...till it stops!