after a brief period of sun it started raining

horsemouth wombled the eggs up the hill. the people he was visiting are back from holiday. 

then he vacuum cleaned round the kitchen and emptied the dead flies out of the strip light. his mum was also keen for him to walk into the village to get some more loaves of bread despite there still being an entire one in the freezer - he has attempted to postpone this task until monday (but he suspects he will get pestered into it on the sunday morning). 

he's been feeling a bit run down and stiff of late so the exercise will do him good. 

in a bit he will go out and see if he can entice the chickens up the banking to forage freely as opposed to hanging around the gate looking like they are being deprived of sustenance. 

it has occurred to horsemouth that he is not like the chickens up on the banking, he is like the chickens laying down in the dust by the gate waiting to be fed.

he picked some vegetables (runner beans and tomatoes) to assuage his anxiety and then... well he cracked open a beer ladies and gentlemen (because why not).  after a brief period of sun it started raining. 

'to replace creation' such is the role of alcohol figures marguerite duras. she drinks. she drinks heavily and consistently. eventually she has to stop. she stops several times. there's a battle with the d.t.'s. 

'I've spent whole summers at neauphle alone except for drink...' 

it is the chapters on writing that are amazing (blanchot gets two mentions and counting).  but they are amazing because they are embedded in the life, in the practicalities.