The snow fell again yesterday prompting me to have a try at video recording what seemed like a spectacular fall of the “white stuff”.
I tried to start both vehicles in readiness for driving to Church this morning. The recently charged silver car fired up without hesitation; the red car coughed, spluttered and died. At some stage, that vehicle will need to be taken care of.
Yesterday, I made a start on clearing the main bedroom of its floor-laden “junk” accumulated over forty-five years of living here. The problem is, deciding which once- important paperwork I no longer need, and which would be of no interest to anybody else. It’s a spacious room with magnificent views across to Axe Edge, which needs to be cleared once and for all. One wouldn’t think it, but, I have reduced the clutter by a tiny fraction. My other big task is cataloging the items I have accumulated since childhood, an ambitious task, nonetheless fascinating- to me anyway.
This morning, I was in plenty of time for Church, the first service I would attend in the New Year. I am becoming used to not singing, and keeping a face mask on throughout the service while my glasses (which, for once, I remembered) steam up and my nose runs like a stream. The churchwarden thrussed a thermometer towards my forehead confirming that I was in the rudest of health. I chose a seat where an Order of Service was placed, indicating where one should sit. I wasn’t sorry that I attended; I am rather thankful that in these weird times, the Church can provide a semblance of normality, except that no singing, social distancing, and face masks go some way to negating said sense of normality.
At home, I can at times, feel quite fearful, especially as now, the media is forever emphasising the heightened contagiousness of various new strains. As I have said before, I always assumed Covid-19 was as contagious as it was possible to be. The media seem short on detail. However, like most of the Country, all of Derbyshire is in the new Tier 4, which, apart from Church remaining open, is more or less like another lockdown. Already, I am anxious as to when my next haircut will be.
While in Buxton, I took a couple of photographs looking towards the Crescent and the Old Hall Hotel, now covered with scaffolding, but with a nice new gold sign replacing the weather-beaten incomplete sign that not long ago, gave the hotel a run-down appearance.
This afternoon, I enjoyed lunch with my neighbour over the road, and an afternoon of “putting the world to rights”, firstly over coffee, and later, tea and biscuits. I enjoy afternoons like this!
Tonight, its back to a mixture of Netflix, ordinary T.V., and/or continuing the decluttering. I was given almost half of a Christmas cake after Church. I rather think I shall be “led into temptation”.
All the best for now, David, 19.08hrs, 3/1/21.
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