Wednesday May 14, 2008
The early morning, just as the sky lightens for the day, is the only time of day at present when it’s cool enough to feel the breeze on my arms and feel chilly. Well, almost.
Graham has been very, very poorly with a summer cold/gastric upset, though I suspect he has had a much better night. The consumption of much liquid and large doses of completely soluble aspirin has seen him through. When the supermarket wakes up this morning I shall go fetch him PseudoFed and two large bottles of Lucozade. That’ll get him back on his feet again and I can stop playing Florence once more.
I am still not feeling wonderful. Something has sucked all the energy out of me. ALL the energy. If it’s a succubus I hope she feels bloated. There’s rain forecast today, and a cooler day tomorrow. If they only get that 50% right I shall be well pleased.
And, finally, a few pictures from December 2005, including a couple of snow shots. I shall feast my eyes on the snow, and then go find my copy of Winter Holiday, by Arthur Ransom. Just to keep the illusion going for a while, you understand.