Graham is very impressed with the cork-in-progress. We decided to go for the heavy-weight high quality tiles and they seem to be going down without problems. I generally go by the cuss-words per hour measure on these things and, so far, I’ve not heard a single one. Photo tomorrow, hopefully.
Other things, in catch-up form:
- Cough: Quiescent. I go to the doctor tomorrow for the first of my six-monthly clinics and I’ll mention it but, short of a one-week course of a low-impact steroid, I think they’re liable to agree with me that it’s best to let Nature take its course. I shall do my damnedest to build up my resistance in time for next winter; this has been the worst one in my remembrance so far as my health and well-being is concerned.
- New moon: Yes, I think you’re right. And I could have lifted up my head and howled at the darned malevolent orb yesterday evening.
- Snow: For us here it was a no-show, and we have had nothing in the way of the storms they speak of. Not so far, anyway. Even the tops of the hills are just about free of the stuff now.
- Electric supply: Seems to be back to steady-state normal today. I was fearful last night that we’d have to call an engineer.
- Car service: By far the best and most satisfactory I’ve ever known. They checked and adjusted everything that can be checked and adjusted, replaced the fluids, and tightened the whole thing up. They even washed the outside of the car and vacuumed the interior. I was delighted, and said so. It’s C.E.M. Day & Co for anyone in South Wales who is in need of a thoroughly good Ford service. Driving home the little silver Ford felt tight, and humming with good health, just like new.
- Pessimism factor: At low ebb — I’m beginning to do fine.
- Optimism factor: Improving all the time. I’m confident I shall be through this low phase pretty soon now.
- Being alive: Feels pretty good.
