Sigh, temperatures were down again this morning and I’ve lit the fire. Thunder is – as usual – parked in front of it and I am blessing having a fire on behalf of both of us. It’s something I never considered when I was younger, that I’d feel the cold more when I got old. And, of course, my damaged leg has its own comments to make on any chill, particularly the sort of dank day when wet and cold combine. But the fire is going, I’m happy and so is the cat, and I don’t really mind getting old. As they say, it’s a heck of a lot better than the alternative!
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I don’t want to think of the cold just yet. I am hoping for some sunny April days. The politically correct here have talked Cadbury into making chocolate Hunting eggs instead of Easter Eggs. This makes me feel like a stranger in my own land.