Good afternoon dear friends . . .
And a very Brr! one it is too; the wind is rattling the windows of the BPS, sneaking under doorways where it really shouldn't go and generally gamouching the banana plants in the Tropical House . . . and, at just after four, the day, which has been not unlike a bedside visitor, reluctant to take its coat off, is set to flee in the face of the encroaching night, leaving us all to the mercies of the storm . . .
Today has been a difficult one to get a grip on for although I was up at my usual larkling hour I did nod off for an unspecified number of winks which has sort of jumbled up my jobs and made my To Do more To Do Tomorrow . . . incidentally, that incredibly accurate fount of all knowledge Wikipedia gives a definition of wink as " a facial expression in which one eye is briefly closed for up to hours at a time" Bizarre, don't you think?
So anyway, I decided to pop into town and shop for a few necessaries, leaving the unnecessaries sadly behind on the shelves, and had the most delicious mince pie in Nero - hot and sticky ( I declined cream) and wonderful with green tea . . . it could very soon become a problem! Anyhow, whilst shopping in a store which I detest but is the only one to stock the tisane I drink most often I came upon a most intriguing drink; beetroot juice! It is evidently very good for one, especially vegetarians because, I suppose, we are the only ones mad enough to pay for it but the reason I parted with my pennies was the warning on the label which promised " This will turn your urine pink; this is natural" The relief is pink and palpable! As of yet I haven't noticed a difference but as soon as I do you shall be the first to know . . . I shall feel like those water fireworks which one can commission for garden parties etc in fact, I may go out in competition with them; if you're considering a novel form of entertainment for your dinner parties, just email me and I'll see what I can do!
It's definitely the sort of day to sit and read (or write) a book by the fire; I popped into the library (which, by the way, I believe should be treasured and protected for all - economic crisis indeed!) and grabbed a couple of reads to supplement the pile already growing at my bedside - sorry Mr Waterstone, the reviews will be with you soon I promise! - amongst which was Dylan Thomas' "A Child's Christmas in Wales"*. Although to describe it as a slim volume is being overly generous, it is 40 pages of beautiful writing; I must confess I never realised how much of a debt I owe to old DT . . . in his writing I can see the sort of word play and fashionings I use all the time. His opening lines for example:
"One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. All the Christmases roll down towards the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge in my hand and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea..."
It is a wonderful evocative book, beautifully written and gorgeously illustrated by Edward Ardizzone
Just the sort of thing to get one into the spirit of the season that is fast approaching . . . that and the wonderful Domino squares sold by Lidl; little lebkuchen topped with apple jelly and covered in dark chocolate . . .mmm! I'm feeling almost festive already!
In fact I may put on my muffler, mount my sleigh and go and avail myself of Lidl's finest very soon . . . I hope you have a pleasant evening and that the paucity of my outpourings over the past few days hasn't put you off continuing to read me, as it were . . . I shall keep you fully aware and cognisant of my other outpourings for which, I'm sure, you will thank me tremendously
'til next time
Be Seeing You !