It seems a long time since we had two sunny days in succession and, just now, more than twenty-four hours without rain. We’ve enjoyed two lovely days. The pavement is not dark, dark asphalt grey–it’s nice mild asphalt light grey. There is a lot of moss and mould around, though. Let’s face it, not to have moss and mould around would be un-Welsh, somehow.
Yesterday we took the time off to go down to Swansea for a pre-Christmas provisioning re-stock, and for a side-trip to the DIY store. Graham is grimly determined to get this blessed living room done. It’s another project that has dragged on, mostly due to his dose of piggy ‘flu right in the middle of it.
He had the standard eight-day version, fever, head-ache, joint pain, vomiting, etc, etc, and it took a lot of the punch out of him. It wasn’t until this morning, after our ‘day off’ yesterday, that he truly realised how poorly he’d been. As he rebuilds his strength and vigour I am coming to realise just how poorly he was. And there was me at one point towards the end thinking he was doing the man-’flu act. Shame on me.
I’m having my own problems, mostly to do with my blessed left leg, which excuses some of my selfish, withdrawn reaction to the world and everything in it. I’m seeing the doctor on Monday for the results of tests but I have little hope that he’ll be able to provide much in the way of relief. It may be that I’ll be sent off to see a specialist but I have little hope in that, too. I’m getting old and my lazy nature is doing the best it can to persuade me to give up and sit in a corner with my leg up on a stool.
I don’t think I’ll do that, though. Not for long, anyway. Very shortly now my temper and impatience will come to my aid and drive me out on a relentless walking programme. That is unlikely to be fun. For several weeks now I’ve been unable to walk even to the end of the road. When I have forced myself to try I’ve been hobbling along, head down, surviving the rain and the gloom and the pain best I can, mumbling my protests into my scarf.
Which may explain my present obsession with asphalt.
