It rained today, but it’s still pretty cold so the snow is slow to be washed away. It’s so unusual to see it linger this long – I remember many winters when we’ve had more snow; that is, greater average depth as well as deep drifts, some well above my head (no cracks about this being knee high to everyone else, if you please) but it’s always gone within a week. Except in 1963 of course, which is The Winter of living memory to anyone born in the first decade or so since the second world war.
7.51 pm and I’m just draining my glass of the last of tonight’s wine. “Any more?” asked the Sage with suavely unaware sadism. Still, at least Wink is here to say yes. She has returned for the weekend to attend the funeral of her brother-in-law (on her late husband’s side).
Momentarily, yesterday, everyone became over-efficient to the extent that vital papers were taken to the tip. With the greatest of good fortune, I didn’t have the only copy, but all the same I had to inconvenience someone – two people – into replacing them for me. I owned up to the headmaster today, to his amusement – I could have kept quiet but that would have meant his staff, whether they knew it or not, colluding in mild deception.
I think it’ll be red wine from now on. It’s more satisfying. A glass of white has merely teased the tastebuds. Interestingly, I realise that it is the taste of it that I miss, not the alcohol. I always said I wasn’t unhealthily reliant on alcohol. Tomato juice is okay if you add some Tabasco as well as the Worcestershire sauce.
I received more correspondence from the hospital, including an information letter. It started by describing the pain of an arthritic hip, usually in the groin. What? I have, at various occasions, pain in the top of the foot, the shin, the calf, in both the front and the back of the thigh (distinctly different pains), in the back and the other hip and a sore right hip, but in the groin, never a twinge.
I was silly last night. I knew I wouldn’t have time to wash my hair this morning and the electric shower is not very hot – I think one of the heating elements isn’t working – so I decided on an early bath and washed my hair before dinner. So I didn’t bath before going to bed. I mostly have a bath to warm up. The Sage hugged me relatively warm – the man is a masochist too, I was freezing – but when I woke an hour later, I was so cold that I’d frozen the bed again, even though we’d fallen asleep with the electric blanket on. I didn’t sleep much after that. Took hours to get the same degree of warmth all over. Then it was time to get up. Still, it means I’ll sleep well tonight. I said to the Sage, he must be looking forward to a week or so of tranquil solitary night times. If he can’t sleep, he can always come downstairs and entertain me with scintillating gossip.