We both seem to have gone
down with colds to end one year & start the next. It isn’t our usual cold.
Normally we have heads full of cotton wool & we blow a lot – I can get
through a full pack of men’s tissues in just one day. We are full of catarrh that
takes forever to lose.
This time we’ve both got
very dry throats that encourages a tickly cough. Every time I cough a pain
shoots through my head & sometimes I become aware of a tightness in my chest.
I’m praying that isn’t a sign I’m heading once more into pneumonia country.
But maybe this is a good
time to have it. It being the seasonal time of year, so many places are closed
& those few that are open are heaving. It isn’t a great pleasure to venture
out. It encourages us to take it easy & take a simple pleasure in watching
the twinkle of the Christmas lights on our tree.
I feel I ought to make the
effort to do a tour of the garden. After November 5th, Fireworks Night, we found more than 50 plastic cartridges scattered everywhere. As we
watched the fireworks in London, then in Edinburgh, I couldn’t help hearing in
the background a miscellany of pops, bangs & crackles. Clearly some
neighbours had splashed out on fireworks to see the new year in. Having had
some champers to the bongs of Big Ben, I just had a mug of tea & collapsed
into bed, enough of 2016 for the moment.
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