Bloomsday

June 16th: celebration of the often epic achievement of simply getting through another day!

Potter 

By Lisa Richardson in Rowan Baby Merino Silk DK

Knit slowly, in deference to my sore neck, from one of the last two small bags saved from the destruction of my yarn stash...   and this particular garment mightn’t work seasonally, but I’d love to give it to a very new grandson of a very new grandfather I met on the street a few days ago.  He looked like he'd cast all his troubles aside and won everything in the world there is to be won, which was very endearing. 

And while I'm on the subject of precious life, early this morning, to my horror I found what I was sure was a dead person on the ground near my house –  young guy, angry swelling  of severe trauma to the head, no obvious sign of breathing or movement - out cold.  At first I thought he'd been beaten up badly (as did another neighbour who happened along too).   On  instructions from the 999 operator, I checked he was breathing, and whether he was or wasn't remained in doubt for quite a while. Then I moved him onto his back, at which point, to my great relief, he began to move and it was clear that at least he wasn’t dead. He was very confused as we waited for an ambulance.  I expect he was homeward bound from end-of-exam celebrations - which are everywhere at present.  He was definitely in that general age bracket.  I found him near a fox hole by a big tree with a very gnarly bark - he probably tripped over the hole and fell, hitting his head hard on the tree trunk on his way down.

He looked incredibly young and vulnerable, the way young men aged 19 do - all trendy hair and gear - enough to break your heart...  The police arrived first and we established he was 19 from an ID in a pocket.  I doubt if he knew the enormity of the odyssey he was taking when he went out last night. His name is Cormac - I really hope he makes a full recovery and goes on to live a healthy and happy life.