Barefoot In The Park*

Stretched out on my blanket on the grass, kicking off my shoes, I listen to the murmur of voices.  The panther lies next to me, resting his head on his front paws, watching the pigeons strut around us.  We’re in the little park near The Office.  So is this person:

Feel a bit better now have achieved a morning of Important Work; purchased a couple of artichokes in the market and am writing this. Golden arrows dart across the sky above me: goldfinches.  They chirrup to each other.  Am happy to see them here.  It’s another sunny day – 23 degrees, which is a better temperature for me as it’s not as hot as it’s been over the last few days.

“Just called to say that I’m at The Office and I’m feeling much better now that I’m here,” I tell Mum when I call her at 12.15pm.

“Can’t you remember that you always feel better once you’re there?” Mum says, sounding frustrated.  “I don’t understand why you have to make such a fuss about going to The Office and…”

“It’s the anxiety,” I say.  “I’m sorry.”

Anyway: had better return to my Important Work.  The attached photo is another plant in this little park.

Happy Monday everyone!
*1963.  By Neil Simon.  Play.