BALI STILL IN LOCKDOWN & STILL NO HASH RUN
SATURDAY AUGUST 14TH
Actually it’s the 15th today. Been getting quite a lot of feedback of late and, having nothing better to do, devoted most of yesterday to scribbling. Apparently my bletherings appeal to some if not all. We’re now on volume II I’m told by someone who has has the thing printed out and bound.
Coming up to Hari Proklamasi Kemerdekaan RI day after tomorrow and end an end of current lockdown one hears. Freedom, but not from Covid-19 I fear. Still, relatively unimpeded here, and presently I shall potter off to the pub for a puff and a pils, trying not to forget removing in the event my mask.
In this age of dislocation and discomposure and disconnection, one welcomes the odd anomaly. A friend in Norfolk reveals that the letter I posted to him on May 12th was received but four days ago – three months in transit. Snail mail or what? Better late than never I suppose, and considering that I don’t normally get Christmas cards before February, not so far beyond par for the course. But here comes the anomaly. & friend in London posted a large white envelope on July 20th which found its way to my PO Bokus on July 29th.
How to account for that, given especially that there are no longer direct flights to Bali?
No one can explain it – not even the sender – so let the mystery remain. Life would be still more boring than it is if every thing had a rational explanation. Not a sound except Doctor Suntri polishing off her lunch. Nothing else to report, so off to the pub for refreshment.
How lucky we are,