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Cornucopia of musings: thoughts on a blustery walk

Dog and I nearly blown away.

So windy that couldn't hear what I was thinking, or couldn't focus on one thought for long enough before it was whisked away. One or two held on tenaciously and are here written below ...


  • Note to self - take antihistamine tomorrow! Although can't understand how there is any pollen left outside! In this gale, it should all be heading straight for Northern Europe, or maybe it is hanging around to mix with the volcanic ash  heading our way, so creating a really toxic mix for our eyes and lungs over the next few days.
  • Poor farmers. While the grass in our garden is rapidly turning brown, the fields around here are so cracked, you could lose a child's foot down the holes. The only consolation is seeing the nettles clearly struggling, and hanging limp - heard the other day that the Romans used nettles to 'cure' arthritis, tho' can't see that going down well with ancient relative - "Here Mum, I've brought you your nettle wraps" - think I'd be sued for geriatric cruelty. 
  • Ran a bit today. So WTD is good for me after all, or might be if I keep it up. Actually, have a date with a rather nice dress in twelve days and would really, really like to be in better shape, and then there's our holiday in eight weeks and the annual embarrassment that is pool-side wear. I've said it now (or blogged it) so will have to keep it up - if I never mention it again you can safely assume I'm sad, fat and ashamed.
  • Need to write more fiction ... watch this space. You'd think getting a rejection email this morning would halt me in my tracks but for now it has done the opposite. Don't groan too loudly, please! Need to resubmit - with fingers tightly crossed - but also need to write. 

That's nearly all. Dog dizzy with the wind, ran himself into exhausted heap and is now collapsed on the kitchen floor. Snoring! So comatose that he ignores the builders who have finished tearing our house apart and are now putting it back together again.

Finally, I surprisingly slept quite well last night (no nightmares!): see Exams! blog below.

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