Winter already, yet

Annual Rudbeckia - a survivor

Snow.  Joy.  The forecast was dismal enough for me to cancel an appointment in London.  Though I have all confidence in the sure-footed Ateca, I couldn't say the same for Southern trains, which are unreliable in the best of circumstances.  That decision was sure, of course, to bring a change in the weather, and as I write, at the time of the cancelled appointment, the snow has given way to rain.  

Dentist tomorrow, before a day at the hobby.  I remember a day, decades ago, when I had to give the same dentist's car a push to get him into the car park before a very long session of multiple crown preparation.  Nothing so dramatic tomorrow, I hope: for one thing, he no longer has a car park, and for another, it's a mere half-hour of examination and scale and polish - I hope....

The Christmas cards are on their way, and the sitting room is already festooned with cards from our friends.  Although there is much that I loathe about this time of year, it is such a joy to receive kind greetings from friends round the world.  

The sun shone on Saturday, so we took ourselves out for lunch.  Perhaps I chose unwisely, but finished up with a burnt throat, which was then further irritated (or helped, I suppose) by the over-salted fries.  Little makes me grumpier than a disappointing meal at a usually reliable venue, which I shall not name in view of good past experiences (and the fact that we're going back next week...).   But I managed to restrain myself from savaging the waiter.

Lots of time at the hobby lately.  I think it may be that the new automated rota site makes it rather easy to cancel (or 'vacate') scheduled sittings.  Infirmity of purpose comes into it, of course: having agreed to a fourth sitting in the month, I blocked out all the other dates.  It was enough for the administration to send out an anguished vacancy notice for me volunteer again.  Oh well, think of the £7.45 daily sandwich money, eh?