Underwater

I was underwater for a few days. I had a big deadline last night and was plugging away at it (after having taken Monday off to visit the pyramid) but, more to the point, it was that sort time so I was very weak and occasionally wracked with pain. Plus two days of headachey-ness – I still haven’t figured out what causes these days. It’s usually a full day or multiple days of headaches, heaviness and thirst, and nothing seems to do anything about it. I keep a sporadic headache diary but no real revelations thus far.

Anyway, the headache is gone, I slept well last night, and the report was sent off in time and I woke this morning to a pleased email about it.

We have started listening to Chris Mullin’s A Very British Coup. Or, to be precise, the Gentleman Friend is listening to it, I tend to start napping partway through and then catch up on the book the next morning. It is written by a Labour politician about a leftwing PM from the Labour party and how the establishment (presumably) deals with it. It was republished after Jeremy Corbyn became leader, and it’s interesting to see what rings true now and what has changed beyond recognition. For example, early in the book there is a group of young upper class people responding in horror to the Corbyn analogue’s victory. My suspicion is, a lot more of them would be Labour these days, at least New Labour. It was also interesting to hear of the “Surrey stockbroker belt” – it was this belt that allied with northern ex-factory workers to vote for Brexit and that is coming to form the base of rightwing Faragist populism. Not an alliance one would have foreseen in the early 1980s.

On one of the days otherwise unrecorded the GF and I went for an evening walk around the pyramid to San Pedro Cholula. A lovely walk across the open fields, past what looked like allotments or flower plantations, and through quiet colourful streets. At one point a man with a very large hat and a very large moustache stepped out from saloon doors. I expected him to say ‘howdy’, instead he said ‘hola’ and we walked on.