Bitter Wind and Anxious Complection

A bitter, biting wind swept across our land this week. Walking to a meeting on Tuesday the wind pierced three layers of clothing and a thick, heavy coat.

Whilst it is warmer today it is miserable out. Just been for a pint of IPA at The White Horse in Welwyn.

My week was overshadowed by phone anxiety and the erroneous news that a friend and fellow survivor had died. Some digging revealed more positive news that he is alive. That's a relief.

The residual effects of my heavy cold cling on to me still. Awful cough but feeling a lot better. Home in the warm I'm just watching the rugby.

Plans for the weekend have changed. I was supposed to be hosting my friend Laura but she is unwell. So dining alone on roasted chicken leg smothered in herbed butter minted new potatoes, carrots, green beans and peas, gravy and a glass of organic Pinot Grigio.

Payday arrives on Tuesday. It will be an expensive month, car MOT and service as well as completing my Christmas shopping. Three more presents to buy.

Mentally my anxiety of yesterday has dissipated. Whatever was wrong with my phone yesterday has righted itself now. It was amazing how vulnerable I felt without it. How crazy is our modern world that our entire lives are stored on these little devices.

Tomorrow brings roast beef. Always good on a Sunday during dark and dank November.

I Heard a Voice.

Puccini, Belly Pork and Contemplation.

Activity on my blog seems very intense at the moment although I don't trust what I view. Too many in too many unusual countries to believe.

On a grey and cold Sunday morning here in Hertfordshire I'm listening to Madame Butterfly and slow roasting belly pork. The potatoes are parboiled. The vegetables are yet to be prepared. I'm enjoying the peace with my book to the left and iced water to the right.

So what of the past 10 days or so? Pretty ropey to be honest. Stomach bug followed in rapid succession by a heavy cold. My chest was so tight on Thursday I sought advice from a phatmacist and came home with a bottle of cough syrup. Amazingly effective really. I feel much  better now although the cough remains.

Despite the malady I continued to work and to make progress. Awaiting a meeting to decide which direction I go but in the meantime I continue talking all things ADHD with a variety of people.

The year is marching on. What a tough year it has been. Am I happy? Happier than I was. Am I any wiser? I hope so. Am I any less anxious? Depends on the day.

Yet each day I will tackle as it comes. I've lost friends in recent years. Do I know why? No not really but I continue to blame myself for it. I must remember it is more a them problem than a me problem.

I Heard a Voice.

Dank Days of November.

Hello out there. After a dank, wet but mild couple of days the sun finally has put in an appearance.

I've not actually been well the last two days. Yesterday a stomach bug and today a sore throat. Let's hope it doesn't morph into something worse or long lasting.

Home now after some Christmas shopping. Did quite well. Three more presents to go. I plan to buy the wine in the week with a voucher I received. Miriam and I will split the cost. We will once again do a goose with a glazed gammon on Boxing Day. The days are going by quickly.

Back at work things are progressing. I'm delving into all things ADHD. Truely fascinating. All sources suggest its underdiagnosed and treated in my country. Balancing the needs of individual adjustments with whole class teaching is really tricky.

My culinary adventures elicited roast pheasant yesterday. Today shin of beef in ale. Miriam and Nigel are visiting tomorrow. A table is booked at The Waggoners.

With that I will leave you.

I Heard a Voice.