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| Time for the thermal undies |
I know, I know, you Aussies have got temperatures so high that I can’t
even begin to imagine what it's like, but it’s bloomin’ freezing here.
It wouldn’t be so bad but my heating broke down on Sunday
and the heating engineers have been so run off their feet that they haven’t
been able to get out to me until this morning.
They’ve fixed the problem temporarily and have placed an order for a new
thingummy for the do-dah, which will solve all my problems. Anyway I have central heating again at
last. This means I can stop wrestling
with Cyril (three-legged monster cat) for the prime position in front of the
log burner and use of the hot water bottle.
The local cancer centre (I’m sure there’s a nicer
description than that but I’m too idle to think of it) is running a free
meditation course. I was due to go for
my first session today but it’s still snowing, snowing, snowing out there so
I’ve wussed out this week.
However, as part of my new
attack-this-crappy-disease-on-all-fronts scheme, I did try Reiki this
week. It was a very strange and pleasant
experience. I will be going back for
more.
On a more conventional note (and conventional medicine is
always going to be my first port of call) I had a CT scan this week but have to
wait a bit for the results. Cue chewing
of finger nails. If only I could console
myself with sherry. However, I am
staying strong (and boring) and am remaining a booze free zone. Although I do feel deprived.
Last
weekend I went to an antiques/junk fair and bought an old bottle.
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| Looks prettier in real life, honest |
The chap selling it told me it was an
absinthe bottle from around 1910.
Yesterday I took the stopper out and had a good sniff to see if there
were any traces of absinthe left. Not that I'm desperate or anything you understand. I
couldn’t detect anything but if I suddenly go blind and/or mad you know what’s
happened.
Anyway, Australian pals, I hope you get the forecasted
dramatic drop in temperature and I leave you
with a picture of a three-legged, half-tailed cat being very unimpressed
with the snow.
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| A nanosecond after this picture was taken Cyril was back indoors |
Why do people who come to your house always seem to need, but never have on hand, a new thingummy for the do-dah?
ReplyDeleteAnyway, it's no longer 45.7C, so I can feel sorry for your freezingness. It does look a lot prettier than our sizzling end of times landscape though.
Glad to hear things are cooling down there. The snow here has frozen now, so the pavements are like an ice rink. Planning on staying in, eating crumpets and looking at cats on the internet. Let the good times roll.
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