The Cycle That Is Life
A couple of years ago we gave a set of books to charity. Some of the inscriptions were very touching. Not individually, but as the outline to a story. A picture of the passing of time, of ageing, of moving in different directions. The background is a book. Dick Francis‘ first in his successful The Racing Game series. It was made into a television show. Mike was Sid Halley. If you’ve never heard of Dick Francis, he was a famous jockey turn crime writer. He and Mike were both Welsh and friends. Both times Mike had lunch with the Queen Mother, it was at the invitation of Dick & Mary. The Queen told Mike no smoking was allowed at the table, he asked her what she did when Princess Margaret was around. She didn’t reply. Sometimes I wonder who’s going to be part of my life in five, 10, 20 years. Will I be alive in 30? Where will I live? How will I live?
He was good casting for a detective
But as with everything in life, relationships, friendships, people move on.
I’m listening to Leonard Cohen. It’s cloudy. The mood is set.