A snippet of memory ago and it seemed spring was knocking at the front door. Today there’s a North Easterly blowing and it’s cold enugh to freeze the proverbial doodahs off a brass monkey. Goodnes me it’s cold, absolutley horrid. The forecast rather hints it’s going to remain like this for a week too. Gasp. Thankfully the central heating’s working OK (cross fingers and touch rabbit’s foot) and Eon wrote to the towers saying they owed us £195 on the gas account. This after the coldest three months for a generation so we’re not doing too badly on that front. The monthly DDebit must be skewed very much in their favour then, nice work if you can get it.
Mummy allatsea hasn’t been feeling that well for the last three weeks, fluey thing that just won’t shift, unlike her. She’s off to see a herbalist and an iridologist tomorrow in Broadstairs. A double dose of alternative mumbo jumbo then. It’s OK if you believe in it, I suppose. It wasn’t so long ago when she’d have covered her head with quartz crystals and bits of amethyst (which is just pink quartz) and chanted. She’s a bit of an old hippy but if you suggest such a thing there’s hell on. I suppose the fact that she’s a great Daily Spite reader disguises the hippy bit to a casual observer.
Half way through the penultimate night shift of the month folks(rota month not calendar month) and the end can’t come soon enough. T’ain’t naturral guvnor.