The following golden oldies are really more suited to ‘Musings’ – especially given the appalling puns in my last post, but when it came to it I simply couldn’t resist posting in ‘Greenpatches.’ Snow good…!
The heating is on, I’m wearing two pairs of woolly leggings under my jeans and a hot water bottle on my lap. Miffcat Mark Three has the comfy armchair next to the radiator, another hot water bottle and a microwave beanbag puppy. I don’t begrudge her them. The poor scrap’s liver is failing; we really didn’t expect her to still be around by now, but since being prescribed steroids a week ago, she’s perked up quite a bit. She still springs to life when any fish is in the offing (makes giving her her pills so much easier) and wobbles her way through to the kitchen at double speed.
So far, so good; we’ve not been affected by the snow down our way, yet. In fact, this morning was glorious – crisp, but blue skies as we sped down the long and winding road to a hospital appointment. This last is, thankfully, purely routine; a follow-up to the last year’s investigations, which, as I’ve mentioned earlier have ruled out anything sinister. What I have is more in the realms of mudane and distinctly unglamorous, if par for the course as one grows older. Thus it was I spent a happy time discussing the state of my innards with a kindly doctor, whilst Mr M took himself off for a spiced ginger something or other in the hospital’s Costa. Talk about letting it all hang out. I now have a detailled knowledge of my anatomy that would have come in handy thirty five years ago for biology O Level, if only I’d had the motivation!
I reminded the beloved en route that it was this time last year when an unexpected snowfall blocked off the entire route back home Loads of people had to spend the night in their cars! Thank goodness we’ve not had a repeat performance. I didn’t fancy trying to survive on one packet of polos, which was all we had with us at the time.
Let’s hope everything holds out tomorrow. I’m hoping to hurtle off down the line to a craft fair before hurtling back for a choir rehearsal for a concert in the evening. So, please, no snow. Whilst we’ve been asked to wear something ‘Christmassy,’ I think that being a dead ringer for Rudolph is carrying things a little too far!
Well, it’s been fun. We’ve been fortunate enough here in that the snow hasn’t proved too disruptive to our normal existence. (My course was cancelled this week. I’ll be interested to see if the organisers make up the session by amalgamating material; the mind boggles at the prospect of Carmelite being merged with Charismatic and Evangelical spirituality, for instance!). I’ve also gained valuable thinking time; with my current health worries, I’d have found it difficult to plunge straight back into the usual routine. But now I’d like to get back to normal.
Testing, testing. If the latest technical thigummyjig works, you should be able to view a Youtube clip of Mr Miff and several dozen other lycra clad cyclists braving life and limb last week.
He’s the one in the blue and orange top seen around 20 secs and 1 min 42 into the clip.