I enjoyed my tea tonight cooked by my Aunt and Uncle. They live in a bubble from the rest of the world. Unfortunately in this bubble the oxygen seems to have all but gone and this has had some effect on their brains. It's a little like walking back in time and going into the tv programme Terry and June. She cooks and he works in the garden. Neither of them work anymore so there's little contact with people of today's world and so the world today seems a scary place to live in to them. They always make me feel special though and that it something that makes me go back. That sounds a bit shallow, I don't mean just that. There's family who you keep in contact with and family that you don't. I dread the time one of them.. You know.. Goes. 
Spring seemed to have shown it's face again this afternoon. Music sounded better and everything felt optimistic as the fresh air flooded into my lungs. I am so looking forward to shutting a door against the world and disappearing for hours or days on end. The Great And Secret Show will be performed for me behind those doors and maybe a little madness of my own will be  the order of the day.