Thursday evening, 18th February.
Thankfully, the bitter cold of last week has given way to bearable and quite pleasant periods of milder weather, although a persistent wind still reminds one we are in February. The month is “flying” by and yet another weekend approaches.
Day 327 was Shrove Tuesday, and as a small boy, I would enjoy the magnificent pancakes drowned in lemon juice and sugar that Mother, and perhaps also my sisters would create. No warnings of Type 2 diabetes back in the 1950s! On Monday, with the approach of Lent imminent, I trawled YouTube for Compline, a “routine” of prayer which is best immediately before going to bed. My parents would always read a passage from the Bible as part of their nocturnal prayer commitment.
This year, I am not on the high seas as in the previous three years when I have enjoyed summers in the southern hemisphere during January, February and March. Nobody else is either; unnecessary foreign travel is (I understand) against the Law as the Coronavirus continues its unwelcome presence. And for whatever reason, the snowdrops planted in my garden around three years ago, failed completely, the first time I would be at home for the whole winter, since retirement. It wasn’t my not going away that I was disappointed with, it was that inexplicable non appearance of those gorgeous white flowers which hint at the advent of Spring. I shall plant a load more when appropriate.
At long last, it seems that the leak in my carport roof has been fixed. Yes, a very tiny trickle did occur last night during high winds and heavy showers, but despite the downpours of today, the place was completely dry. There just needs to be an invisible coating of silicon on the brickwork and the area, which doubles up as conservatory will be “bone-dry”.
Progress with the cataloging and decluttering remains painfully slow, but I have nearly completed one section of ocean-liner memorabilia.
Apologies for no pictures today. Thanks for reading, David
David's Cruise 