Well, March came in like a lamb so, traditionally, it should go our like a lion. If this is true then all I can say is I sincerely hope that the 'lion' has not arrived already - it is only the 20th, so eleven more days to go. But today is awful. The temperature has dropped by ten degrees, the wind has strengthened to strong gale force, the rain is now coming down hard and the day is altogether in deteriorating mode.
The farmer and I have just been for our six-weekly 'tweak' at the Physiotherapist. The farmer goes for manipulation on his farmer's shoulders (carrying heavy bales of straw all his life) and his farmer's knees (jumping down out of his tractor cab instead of using the steps). I go for manipulation of what my Physiotherapist calls 'Teachers' Back) - this involves twisting my body in two different directions - a manoeuvre I hate but which does make my back feel decidedly more comfortable. She also works on my ankle and my arthritic knee to disperse some of the fluid. Oh the joys of getting old.
It is also my day for the hairdresser. I crossed the Market Place to go into the Newsagents to pay the newspaper bill, but the wind had other ideas. Somehow the Market Place really funnels the wind - it certainly did so today, sweeping me almost off my feet and blowing me a hundred yards down the car park. I was just in the act of falling over when I managed to grab hold of a car door handle and cling on until that gust had passed.
I am now home again, the wood burner is glowing and I have just treated myself to a cup of coffee and a Yorkshire Curd Tart. If you have never sampled a Curd Tart then do google it and have a go at making them - unless you are lucky enough to live in Yorkshire, in which case every cake shop on the street will sell them.
Interesting how each region seems to have its gourmet speciality, isn't it? Cornish clotted cream, Eccles cakes, Chorley cakes, Bakewell puddings, Lincolnshire sausages, Welsh cakes - there must be many more. Any where you come from?
I see from the news that there is a possibility that some wreckage of the missing aeroplane has been found. What a mystery that is. Oddly enough I have been reading a novel about an aeroplane catastrophe - 'The Pilot's Wife' by Anita Shreve. She is an excellent writer of readable stories - if you haven't tried any of her books, look out for them = they are all published in paperback.