I have mixed feelings about clothes. Their purpose is not always clear cut and is wide ranging. Essentially they are to provide: ceremony, warmth, sexual titillation, pockets, and a means of hiding areas of the body not usually exposed to public scrutiny. Sometimes, prompted by an inner dandy, I find myself taking pleasure in them. Dressing up is fun. And why not? Clothes are one of the good things of life. On the other hand, day to day, I don't want to have to change clothes to work in the garden or sit at the computer or paint the ceiling, go fishing or climb a rock face. Tradition and practical considerations, I know, require different clothes for different occasions. But how good it would be to have an all purpose, self-washing, self-mending garment, like a skin or hide, which you could hop in and out of once or twice a day!
I watch a pigeon arrive on on a lamp post. The lamp post swings. It may be in my imagination but I seem to remember that when Vivian Leigh, steadies herself against a lamp post after careering down some steps in Gone with the Wind, it too swings. I used to think that it must have been a studio lamp post of the frailest kind. But now I wonder whether it may not be in the nature of lamp posts to swing and sway like saplings in a high wind.