Not much to report this week, no outing to the bird reservation, no piano lesson, Chris had an important meeting elsewhere on my afternoon in the office so I had to look after the office for him, ‘sighted’!



A few weeks ago I told how I had visited my piano pupil at her home for once, for her blindfolded piano tuition. It is time I gave her a name rather than constantly refering to ‘my blindfolded piano pupil’, so I will in future refer to her as Lucy – no real reason except I have just been watching Lucy Worsley on BBC 4, who drives me mad even though her programme is most interesting.



Lucy tells me that on that day at her house, she did try venturing outdoors blindfolded after I had gone and it didn’t appeal to her at all. Pity I wasn’t there – it would have been different!

Lucy admits that her liking for being blindfolded is a 'quirk' to use her own expression, nothing more and her husband just thinks it a ‘girlish’ trait and takes no interest – just like my spouse. She thinks that my love of blind-simming out of doors is ‘weird’ and that I must be ‘bonkers’ to go alone as I do! There you have it – degrees of blindfold-loving, a Quirk: up to being Weird: and then on to Bonkers.

So there you are!
Jane