What a right royal
pain in the behind January was. Of course I never expect much of the
month but this one has, for sheer unpleasantness surpassed any
January I can remember.
To begin with I was
struck down with Noro Virus and barely having recovered contracted a
“virus” which has caused me to be practically bedridden for the
past four weeks.
Continual gales,
named storms, torrential rain and days when it was so dark that it
almost seemed like night time lasted for a week added to the
depression my illness had caused, talk about “gathering gloom”!
Ghastly!
To make matters
worse I have been without a cleaner for the entire month and being
unable to raise my head, let alone a duster the house now wears a
patina of dust from the two stoves which will, I fear, form a crust
if it is not tackled soon.
Fortunately I have
now engaged another cleaner, this time from and agency who will I
hope prove to be more reliable than my last, who's complicated love
life became as much a burden to us as it was to her! Don't mistake
me, I really liked the girl and I hope we shall remain friends
(doubtful she has not spoken to any of us since we fired her), but
really I could not allow her to continue cleaning the work tops with
the same cloth she used to clean the loo!!!
Could this explain
my current condition, the test result make it seem very likely.
Then the sad news of
David Bowie's demise which threw me into a decline for days and he
death of Terry Wogan was the last straw, even my stalwart son was
deeply shocked and spent the entire day watching back numbers of
“Blankety Blank”! I could not believe how much his death affected
me, and everyone else it seems.
On the first of
February I ripped the page off the calender and burned the wretched
thing, it gave me great satisfaction.
Of course there is
no guarantee that this month will be any better than the last, indeed
it began with a bloody hurricane which brought down branches and
closed a few roads here about. That said I do feel a little better
and am able to eat again, and if I see one more jacket potato or bowl
of rice pudding for at least a year I shall howl!
From all around the
world tales of plague and pestilence, war and famine and the rise of
potentially dangerous politicians (Messrs Trump and Corbyn) to name
just two have caused alarm and despondency, mind you this is no new
thing to be sure.
But enough of this
misery, on the plus side the garden if full of Crocus and Snowdrops
and the daffodils will soon be in flower. Today I noticed that the
Hazels were covered in long catkin tails and tall knots of Bluebell
leaves are to be seen among the shrubberies.
The nest boxes we
put up in the Autumn have survived the gales and are being used as
dormitories by the many Blue tits which frequent the garden and the
new Dove house has attracted the attention of our tame Robin who is
often to be seen standing in it's door way. it will be a grand
residence for so small a bird I think.
Now the nights are
drawing out, always cause for joy in our house, and soon it will be
possible to spend time in the garden after tea, or take a stroll in
the lane, wonderful.
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