Something of a Party
Tuesday was Miss DJ’s birthday – happy birthday again – and there was a gathering in the square for coffee (still a euphemism) and cake, which the birthday lady herself provided, along with sandwiches. We were lucky with the weather, there was cloud every now and then, but otherwise, it was warm in the sun, as long as you were sitting in the right place. As you can see, it was quite a gathering.
Later, we finished off inside as the sun went behind the houses as it does at this time of year and made it home before the rain started. Yes, it rained again, and there was thunder, but nothing as mad as we have had of late. The sterna is nicely full of water now, and the plants are well watered. Wednesday started early for me, five o’clock, as I couldn’t sleep thanks to the sweating sickness. Well, that’s what it might have been called hundreds of years ago – I call it a cold, and I was cold. I got up after a few fruitless hours of waking up wet and freezing and got myself dry and dressed. (Too many ‘gots’ in that sentence, but I really couldn’t be bothered to think today.)
I couldn’t work out why so many cars were passing the house at that time of day/night until I remembered it was Wednesday, and the Blue Star comes in early. I saw it arrive just after six in the morning by which time I was awake and sneezing well, clearing my tubes of half a gallon of muck. Question: where does it all come from? Anyway, I have struggled through the morning up until now and should be fine by tomorrow, he says. Now, back to the hot lemon and comfort food.
