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Oooh! It's back again! I was born in May - the month I used to choose to go tramping in Europe. Like ferney, I'm a temperate person - don't like it very cold or very hot. Very cold and I wear my fleecy mountaineering layers, very hot and I cower indoors.
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
Between Friday and Sunday lunchtime, | counted I had consumed seven pints of beer! not very good thing to have happened! Put on 7lbs! So no beer this week. Another reason, as my mobility is somewhat hindered these days, I should be more careful but when a mate of yours comes round, my jamming partner to add some tracks to our keyboards, what do you do??!?!!?
Don’t cry for me
I go where music was born
J S Bach 1685-1750
I took my chances, cycling up to Cadogan Hall for a lunchtime jazz freebie and caught in moderate rain in the last couple of miles. There was even a distant rumble of thunder. Heavier rain accompanied my journey home, for which I donned the cape I'd taken in a small polythene bag looped onto my belt - which the man at the entrance insisted on searching, nearly causing my trousers to come down in front of the audience! - and the possibility of heavier rain writing off a historical guided walk around the Ruskin district of Herne Hill this evening would be congruent with what this morning's forecasters predicted, for here at any rate.
It certainly looks like the weather is about to make up for all the dry weather we had in the first half of the year!
It was brilliant and nuanced. Most of the audience kept their mouths shut. I am too shy to do that sort of thing. My frequent loud nervy injections were hardly welcomed. But my weakest moment when Daddy Christmas did a god like thing about needing to be adored was met with "what - in June?" did get a laugh. Afterwards, I made an especial point of shaking the hand of the black man and thanked him. I wondered if he was Sam Gyimah but not so. Then I thanked and shook the hand of the photographer and main talker who while older than me was clearly fancying his chances with the girls. I felt a little disgruntled about his audacity and then was delighted to see them standing up annoyed and storming off in a strop.I then left with the smirk of a true loner who felt benign and even uplifted by it. Did anyone see me as mystery? Maybe - but they and I couldn't give a toss.
(hope this suffices)
Oh what the heck - time to big up the Caterham Arms - http://www.thecaterhamarms.com/ - too lively by far for me on a Friday night and with an admirably resilient history:
Are you sure you are not really the reincarnation of Eric Blair aka George Orwell? Your story-telling prowess ('reportage' if you like) has me in thrall. Not to mention your bravery in willingly engaging with a troupe (not sure that that is quite the right word) of mummers - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mummers_play. Well done that man!
Well, TODAY, it is dreech, dank, grey, genuinely cold, with rain on a sneaping edgy breeze close to becoming a wind. June? HA!
Yes - that described this bit of the Pennines this morning, too (especially the "genuinely cold" bit: all the windows open for the last six weeks or so firmly closed) - but the "all day heavy rain" forecast didn't occur, and by 2 o'clock the rain had stopped, and the temperature picked up a degree or two. Managed to get a walk, which I hadn't been expecting.
I hope this finer weather holds on for tomorrow - I have to take my car for its MOT, and to walk from and back to the garage.
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Yes - that described this bit of the Pennines this morning, too (especially the "genuinely cold" bit: all the windows open for the last six weeks or so firmly closed) - but the "all day heavy rain" forecast didn't occur, and by 2 o'clock the rain had stopped, and the temperature picked up a degree or two. Managed to get a walk, which I hadn't been expecting.
I hope this finer weather holds on for tomorrow - I have to take my car for its MOT, and to walk from and back to the garage.
Wind-whipped, rain-soaked tourists in our Tourist Office. For two blissful days they had trekked the Dales Way, some on Coniston Old Man, some doing coast to coast. They looked at https://www.yr.no forecasts.
Cornish, Dutch, American, Germans, even Norwegians who know a bit about weather, stare down at the charts.
'Maybe not tomorrow, - anyway, not after today.' They smile ruefully. I can't offer them any comfort.
Seriously, it has been March cold and nasty oop 'ere today. My central heating came on unbidden, and I am in winter kit as I type.
Many thanks - I took the brolly; sadly, although it kept my "top half" dry, it was helpless against the constant traffic splash that drenched me from the waist down. I shall use a taxi to go to collect the car when it's been done.
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