Today has been a day of lost expectations.
Firstly the weatherman was hopeful for snow. But ......
|The brackish-grey sky at 9.51 looked like a potential snow sky.|
|Leicester sky at 13.39 - white clouds and blue sky!|
Secondly, being old is quite a hazardous occupation. It has its perks. When you get old, really old in England, you are eligible for a Bus Pass that enables you to take the bus for free anywhere in the County. You are also given GBP 200 heating allowance to keep you warm in winter. However, with the rising cost of gas and electricity a top-up would be a big boost. Still, it's better than nowt.
But this was one big dilemma for old AsH. Old people are advised(?), pressured (?) to get the Flu Injection to keep away the flu in winter.
|Get yourself a flu jab - the poster at our Surgerý's window|
|Red hot gloves for cold fingers|
And three days after the Jab at my system, I began to get a touch of the imported flu and so my next posting has to be put on hold (in the freezing shed).
|The raw material for my next posting.|
I have a frog croaking in my throat, the top of my head weighs a ton and a half (no, it's not the weight of the brain). Maria and I had a nice long chat just 15 minutes ago and I felt a bit light-headed after that. She has that effect on me!! Where's the paracetamol?
But this helped me the most. The spouse cooked banana pancake with lashings of margarine, molasses sugar and lemon juice for our lunch today.
|Do you fancy this, Lely?|
Starve a fever, feed a cold - says the old saying. I expect a feed at every 3 hours interval to stave off this cold and the incipient flu.
Off for a snooze now and hopefully I can get down to serious writing soon.
When I'm 64 plus 4 ....