I am full of cold and coughing and sneezing. I am not nice to know; full of pestilence and disease.
My internet connection has been winding me up, I don’t mind having no internet but having a decent connection one minute and a second later nothing makes me spit feathers. I have tried communicating with Bloggers but there are only so many timeouts I can tolerate in a day; three seems to be average. It seems to be back fine now so I will get round to catching up tomorrow during the promised twenty four hour spell of continuous rain, wind and maybe slush.
I did read one Blog from Frances which asked if I had a Christmas present I didn’t want. I didn’t get any presents. Not quite true. I got a massive fruit cake baked by my favourite Mistress Baker and a book by Clarkson from my son. I cannot stand Jeremy Clarkson but he can be amusing if I’m in the mood. Many years ago I was invited by my ex-solicitor, lawyer or whatever the incompetents title was to a wife swapping party. Swap, what’s with all this swap? I just wanted to donate her to the highest bidder, I didn’t want another. The money could have kept Africans in fresh water for a month or two. Altruistic I am and looking back I’d still have a house. Good idea Frances but just keep extending it. Unwanted children, dogs, cats, wives. You may have hit on a great new DotCom model.
This is the weather, it’s not cold and it isn’t hot. It’s pain in the bum weather.
Sorry about this it was shot two quick, twice as fast as I normally do. I’ll blame hot toddies.
The weather here is mixed.
Tomorrow up here is a washout. Thursday I’m moving on. Have fun.