The dreich weather of the last few days has reinforced the reputation of my joints as barometer/hygrometers. Tried paracetamol yesterday, reverted to red wine today. Still, we went to a nice little concert last night at Goudhurst: the Tongswood Chamber Choir. They did a diverse range of stuff from Byrd, via Vivaldi to some more recent composers of quasi-liturgical subjects, then some more jazzy stuff after the wine-reinforced interval. All in aid of the local Citizens' Advice Bureaux, an ex officio adjunct to my other hobby. And, as driver, I had a nice glass of local apple juice, honest. Must say I care little for the winding bits of the A21 after dark. Still, we got home without further scars to the car or licence. Of the blood pressure, the less said, the better.
The flying belly has been back today. Wish he'd clean his plate. Well, I suppose I can bin the soggy bird seed next time the ground is dry enough. For those of the wingless vertical tendency, comfort food tonight, since we have been good kids with soups and salads lately. Cordon bleu chilling, vegetables awaiting attention from Management, rosé also chilling.
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