A biting, cold wind with flying spickles of rain tending to sleet. So, naturally, we had to go to the town dump with a car load of end of project crappy from the garage. Ye gods and little fishes but it was cold over there at Briton Ferry. You can see the ‘dump’ (recycling centre) here if you’ve an enquiring mind.
It was equally cold when we got to Sainsbury’s, and I shivered mightily while loading the car with our provisions.
From thence to the Llansamlett ScrewFix store for Graham to pick up the final bits for his next project. I think he may have been a little concerned that I’d got so cold and he insisted I wait in the car. “Keep warm,” he said. “Listen to the one o’clock news on the radio.”
Back home and the sun had come out, pouring into the kitchen windows as we sat down to our lunch. Two bacon sarnies with brown sauce and a large mug of coffee combined with the sunshine to warm me through and start the drowsies off.
“Go and tuck yourself in for a good afternoon nap,” I was told.
When I woke the chills had gone and I was bubbling along nicely again. Graham looked hard at me, decided I was over the problem, told me off for not wearing enough layers when we were out, and left me with another big mug of coffee while he went out to the garage to clear the field for a further work session. He’s decided to give in to my thinking that we should get a shed for the back garden so’s he can have a proper workshop for the rest of the work, to be re-jigged into a writing shed/summer-house when all the work is done. And the car can then be lodged in the garage all right and respectable, as it deserves. I swear it knows and is looking forward to a warmer and drier winter next time.
He’s right, though. I shall have to pay more attention to layering up when the north-easterly winds blow. I shall look like a great portly beer barrel, wrapped in scarf and extra sweaters, but I can live with that.
