Need I say more? Â I shall not trouble you, gentle reader, with a description of my lungs and what they are currently bringing up; suffice it to say that the noxious cocktail of steroids and antibiotics has knocked the infection on its head and I am now recovering. Â I am not, however, venturing far this weekend: sadly side-stepping the beer festival, I shall be merely hopping as far as Tomatoes, after which I shall stay In The Warm. Â I am expecting a dull weekend, as I was looking forward to the beer festival and other things happening: however it does not make sense to go out in the sort of blizzard which I see whirling outside my window.
There is a deep sense of injustice in most of us, about this weather: a seething resentment and a boiling anger which will not go away. Â It’s Not Fair! Â It’s Not Right! Â We’ve had our winter and now it should be getting warmer. Â Coupled with an overriding sense of impotence, this does not make for happiness. Â I am a hot-weather person: I would have preferred in many ways, to go back and live in Spain after marriage – but it wasn’t practical; and now I have to put up with this. Â It sucks.
If I had the money I’d be on the next plane to Tenerife. Â Just try and stop me.
Today is the anniversary of Sarah’s death. Â I’ll leave you with a reminder of her – and a reminder to me also, not to Whinge. Â Sarah was one of the most cheerful people I knew, and she remained so right up until she lost consciousness and died.
RIP Sarah, we miss you.
Kirk out
(But mostly in)
Sarada Gray 
Helping to run a workshop at Embrace Arts tomorrow. As it’s free no-one has paid, so paradoxically will anyone take the trouble to come? We’ll see.
Spock out.
Heard some people discussing it today so I think you may have a few punters. the weather is putting the kybosh on so many things
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