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.
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