Monday, 22 November 2010
A discouraging and swear-wordy start to the day, the always-tricky curtain rail falling off as I opened the sitting room curtains. But despite this, I felt convalescent enough to walk the dogs through the park this morning, slowly, breathlessly, with several pauses for dramatic coughing, during a rare hour when it wasn't drizzling in the curiously persistent and depressing way that is a November speciality here.
Sandra came too, her cough almost a match for mine; we pondered on what pre-aspirin/paper tissues/centrally-heated life in winter might have sounded like, for example in the damp and insanitary Middle Ages - lots of public coughing, hawking and spitting, we thought, and everyone's clothes permanently sodden with mud and nasal secretions. (Our standards of thinking and conversation were a bit limited today; post-viral brain decay combined with too much daytime tv.)
Then home - the drizzle starting up again just as we reached the back door - to make a simple soup from some of the fridge's untouched food mountain, and while it simmered, to notice and vacuum up an unfeasibly-dense layer of dog hair from the kitchen and hall floors (why isn't Flossie bald? She's shed at least one puppy's-worth of hair since Margery was here last week).
The dogs love soup, and had some with their dried kibble for dinner. I had mine without the kibble. Sandra's tall husband came round and fixed the curtain rail, thus eliminating the student-house look of the bay window. Then I sat dazedly on the sofa and recovered from all that unaccustomed fresh air, exercise, food and hoovering. It felt like a full and busy day, and I'm quite worn out now. Maybe a thimbleful of that French tonic wine after all.....
Oh, and I have at least one viewing this week - Wednesday afternoon - and perhaps another - one that I cancelled earlier, due to being busy with my near-death viral experience - will be rescheduled. Viewings? you may ask. Isn't the house off the market now? Aren't you about to start work on the attic/bathroom conversion? Yes, yes, and yes. No, I can't explain it either, and I can't find it in me to care much, but I'll let you know what, if anything, happens.
Posted by rachel at 22:54