'two weeks of good work...' ('saturday. clyro feast eve.' )

'two weeks of good work; full insight into my situation occasionally...

leafed through the diary a little. got a kind of inkling of the way a life like this is constituted.' 

- franz kafka, diary, 15th october 1914.

of course horsemouth has edited out a lot to make this quote possible. bringing kafka's thoughts on writing and on his diary use into proximity (it is by no means clear he thought about it like that). the diary entry itself is a full page on felice baeur, kafka's relationship with her, and a friend of her's attempt to intervene in it. it was precisely to avoid the kind of biographical interpretation of kafka's other works that kafka wanted his diaries burnt at his death and instructed max brod to do so. 

but max did not. 

nothing from franz now (as edited by max brod) until the 21st (and then the 25th). horsemouth  could consult the reverend kilvert of clyro also  'saturday. clyro feast eve.'  

the sun is up and it is very beautiful out there. the temperature in the green house was down to 5C (we may just have avoided a full frost). over towards the garage horsemouth moved the flowers into the old greenhouse (including the sunflower which only just gets in under the roof) to try to extend their life before the frost gets them. the temperatures are returning to the seasonal norms, the air is a lot colder, but the sun is strong and  golden and the skies almost cloudless. 

horsemouth is unsure what to do about the remaining vegetables (he guesses he will learn by experience).

week four begins at his mum's. in the week ahead, the chris pincher and nadine dorries by-elections (is that right?) and the anniversary of the death of marion brown. horsemouth imagines robbie basho's song re-sung by the doors. 

today a walk around and a few gardening tasks. a phonecall with his brother. no chat with howard yesterday (he was too knackered). read the torygraph money section.