Misconceived

Awake at seven thirty, getting breakfast ready at eight, then finishing and printing off tomorrow's sermon before walking in Thompson's Park for an hour before cooking lunch. It's all a lot easier when there's blue sky and sunshine. The Snoopy figure in Thompson's Park has been taken away. Not surprising, as its a place where lots of small children are taken by parents wanting to socialise. Such an colourful sympathetic figure would be bound to have kids climbing over it. How come the designers of the Snoopy art project or the planning authorities didn't understand this at the outset?

After lunch, another hour's walk, this time around Llandaff Fields. I felt fairly tired, but resisted the urge to sit down and doze off, as I so often do. I'd just like to sleep deeper for longer and wake up refreshed. It happens occasionally, but not often enough. Let's see if re-shaping my sleep habit will make a difference.

I spent the entire evening reading and revising my novel. There was a French  crimmie on Four about clergy child abuse, but I didn't have the motivation to stomach that with a more enjoyable task in hand.

The Russian government is reckoning that a million Ukrainians have been taken across the border not half a million as reported yesterday by Ukraine. There's no analysis of numbers taken willingly or unwillingly, nor of how many suffer and die in the process. I read an challenging article about why condemnation of Russian aggression by UN General Assembly member nations was far from universal . Many third world countries abstained, either because they receive Russian financial or military aid, or their experience of western colonial power has been so negative. Others see us differently from how we see ourselves.