This is positively the last time I shall write this post - I got to the last sentence last evening, pressed the wrong key and, despite having saved each paragraph, lost the lot. (my son this morning tells me that cntrl/undo on a right click might have got it back, so shall try in future). I have a condition called Benign Essential Tremor, which is inherited but, although something in the brain, is quite harmless except it means drinking a full cup of tea can be quite an effort. My hands shake and it gets worse if I am under any kind of pressure or in any case towards evening. It can occur anywhere - in my case hands. Interestingly the actress Katharine Hepburn - for any of you old enough to remember her - had it in her head and neck from a very young age. If you see old films of her you will see that she always had slight difficulty in keeping her head still.
I have just typed it all again this morning, pressed the wrong key right at the end again and lost it again. So here goes with once more into the breach.
A couple of days of incarceration because of the snow and I have a severe case of cabin fever. There is no doubt about it I need to see and talk to other people. Luckily I do live where there is plenty going on just outside the window - dogs being walked, friends walking past, plenty of cars - so it is not like living at the farm where I saw no one unless they made a particular effort to come.
So yesterday I got out - thanks to friend W, who has a four wheel drive vehicle and came down my road to collect Tess and I for the village coffee morning. Tess always enjoys it because she gets a plain biscuit (never chocolate) from the biscuit plate on each table and then various 'doggy ' people there have treats in their pockets and she soon susses them out. I enjoy it for two reasons. First of all I meet the villagers who I rarely see these days as I now live in the nearby town - many are newcomers to the village and it is nice to meet them. Secondly, A, who helps to run the coffee morning, makes and sells delicious turkey lasagne and always saves me two indiviual trays which I can then freeze when I get home. It is always delicious and each tray makes a nice lunch for me.
As W and I had missed our usual Friday lunch out we decided that we would go to our usual Friday restaurant (Tennants Auction House in Leyburn) for lunch (sausage and musard seed mash and a glass of red wine) - very enjoyable as it always is.
Home again friend H next door came round for a cup of tea and then, just before the hard frost came down again, Tess and I took a careful, short walk round the estate. So all in all I met and chatted to plenty of folk yesterday. Today of course it is our usual Sunday lunch - all four of us - salmon for me I think.
My son and his wife were all set to go off last evening to their monthly poetry and music evening in Richmond, where poets and musicians who enjoy performing their own music play and read for one another. The roads were icy and pretty treacherous and I worried that they might have problems - but he rang me to say the roads were well-treated and they had arrived safely. If you would like to read the poem he wrote and read go to his post. It is on my side bar (made out of words) and you can read it there.
Today it is out to our usual Sunday lunch venue with the usual three friends - C is fully recovered from her spell in hospital I am pleased to say. Salmon for me today methinks. Well, it is now 9.15 - so I think shower, warm coat, walk Tess and then do the Guardian crossword and it will be time to go out. The sun is up and the snow is set to go as there is no frost forecast for tonight - it should be around three degrees here, so that is a relief. Still time for much more wintry weather before Spring of course but at least a little respite. Pansies in the front tubs, where they face South, are already back to normal as the sun has quickly cleared away the frost and snow but the polyanthus in the back garden still lay under four inches of snow. It is supposed to be keeping them warm but I shall be happy for confirmation that they have survived the onslaught.