That was the week that was

That was the week that was

It has been a month in the making, but it got me in the end. It started in earnest on Tuesday with a rough throat and a general feeling of unwellness, but it soon morphed into a streaming cold for a couple of days before heading to my chest. During the daytime I was...
The north wind shall blow

The north wind shall blow

Well Storm Claudia (named by the Spanish Met Office, so pronounced cloudier, which I found amusing) has departed after depositing the best part of a couple of inches of rain on us, though one regular at the market yesterday was bragging about measuring 65mm in her...
Superstitious

Superstitious

As I turned off the Long Melford bypass heading down into the village on Friday, I passed a hearse loaded with a coffin. My hand instinctively reached for my collar – well where my collar would be had I been wearing one. I had to hold the neckline of my top...
Fighting

Fighting

For the past two or three weeks I have thought that I have been getting a cold. I would have the early symptoms, but after a couple of days they would go away until returning a few days later. This has now happened at least three times, but as I write this I am...
The battle of Balaclava

The battle of Balaclava

I’m an old fashioned type of bloke who likes distinct seasons, so I should be as happy as a pig in you know what. And I am really, it’s just come as a bit of a shock to the system to suddenly be plunged into proper autumn. Wind, rain, a carpet of fallen...
Dreary

Dreary

What a miserable week it was. Not wet, not cold, just drab, dreary. If it’s not going to rain, a little bit of brightness would be nice, just to lift the spirits. Actually, this morning has been pleasantly bright, so the Nellie walk was very nice. This afternoon...

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