This weekend I’ve torn around like an idiot and yet still achieved next to nothing. Consequently after three “days off” I do not feel rested. In fact, I feel wrecked. My back popped early on Sunday, and yes, this should have made me just sit down relax and do nothing. But it didn’t; not a bit of it. Instead I rushed round busying myself with a series of small, ineffectual chores, several of which I left unfinished and most of which were largely unnecessary.

It has had one effect – to leave me mentally frazzled and knackered.

I listened to a trail for this radio programme this morning and should have taken a lesson from it.

This week I am going to try to “stand and stare”.

W. H. Davies


What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare