A humorous look at bodily ills and daily woes, and tips from someone who has suffered everything from arthritis to athlete's foot.
Sunday, 6 April 2008
It came, it went...
... but it was so pretty while it lasted. The snow, I mean. When I was a child, I thought weathermen made the weather. If they told us it was going to snow, it meant they were engineering the direction of the wind and making the clouds puff up with big white flakes. I used to wonder why they made it rain at weekends when they knew everyone wanted to go out and enjoy themselves. Today, there were loads of people out having fun, having snowball fights, making snowmen. Then the spoilsport sun came out and melted all the lovely white stuff, but it was gorgeous while it lasted, a taste of what proper British winters used to be like.
Today's Word Total: 56,849.
Tomorrow and Tuesday I shall be out and giving my typing fingers a well-deserved rest.