It’s all go here.  Apart from the funeral and preparations therefor, there’s been the dentist, the doctor and the Grandbabyminding as well as trying very hard to think about dressing up for a pantomime themed party.  Well not very hard but a bit.  How cold will it be tomorrow?  Can I really wear leggings and a summer cardigan – and over what?  Buttons, I was thinking since the cardigan has lots of them.  No no, I mean dressing up as Buttons not wearing nothing but buttons under the cardigan.  That would just be wrong.

Also Barney has put together some shelves for me and I’ve been moving clothes around.  Very tiring and time consuming.

On the way into town the other day I noticed that though the temperature, as recorded by the car, was 1 degree at home, it was 2 degrees at the bottom of the hill in the village and 3 degrees as I entered Newbury.  When I parked it was 4 degrees.

I rejected the idea that this was to do with hills and valleys and people being warm and breathing a lot in large numbers and decided it was actually a local effect caused by my approach to the dreaded appointment with the hygienist.  Actually this wasn’t too bad and by the time I got home again, everything had cooled down again.  Sadly, the heating thermostat indoors didn’t agree and I couldn’t persuade the heating to start up.

In a week or two we’re off on the boat again.  Some time soon I must try and remember how few clothes I can manage with and which ones will be warm enough.  And I have to do eccentric excercises for tennis elbow.  Curious name that for something which I’m sure was caused by heavy camera work or heavy locking.  No tennis.  Several bored looking people on You Tube have kindly demonstrated these excercises to me and they assure me that after six to eight weeks the elbow should be cured.  Or much better anyway.  I must say I can’t see anything eccentric about them but even without the entertainment I was hoping for, it’s probably worth doing.  For one thing, my left elbow is beginning to complain about being made to do stuff that it never used to have to do.  I need to fix the damaged one before I have to start on the other.

Right!  The cardigan with lots of buttons has vanished so I’m going as Aladdin.  Barney offered to be my genie but I don’t think we have a big enough lamp to put him in when I don’t need him.  Oh! – Or even any lamp at all.  Better go and look for a lamp.  Aha!  Lamp!

I will be a contemporary Aladdin.  (Apart from Barney’s turkish hat and my velvet shoes which are very very old and what a relief that I didn’t take them to Oxfam after all)

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I shall just mention, in passing that Blogger has taken rejection of wordpress a stage further than previously.  Until yesterday if Open ID was required I just had to repeat the username bit three or four times to get a comment accepted.  Now however it’s refusing to accept the word ver.  I’m fairly sure I’m not getting them wrong – I mean how difficult are wv’s like funted and sameling and intumer to type.  They’re almost like words.  Anyway I’ve temporarily reverted to using my google account which links to my old blog.  It’s still me.

And here’s something heartwarming I found when I went to check the old blog still works.