Just to say that re the Bells palsy i am still a bit lopsided of face, and find it difficult to drink without a straw and eating is a problem. Speech is odd but not incomprehensible and at last after ten hard days work i am getting some rest so hopefully I can begin the road to recovery. The prognosis is that most people recover within two or three months so fingers crossed. here's to a slightly quiet end of the year, looking a little like an enigmatic haddock on a fishmongers slab!
One Years Reign
I suppose the principal aim of this blog would be not to mention the weather. As we all know, we would sadly diminish conversation in Britain, if it were not for our climate. I wonder how well the holiday business has done during this last rainy spell. I know that one of the first things I did was to book myself a nice sunshine holiday for December. So even if the current diluvian days continue, I have a beach to look forward to. Living on a boat means one is constantly aware of water, and the thrash of the rain on the roof is strangely comforting. My first instinct living on Scout when the rain started was to run outside and start collecting pairs of animals. Now the downpours are an excuse for me not to have to get the pressure washer out for boat cleaning. Just one chore on the household list when one lives on a boat. I’ve never been overly competent with a screwdriver. The tool, not the drink. Mercifully, the community feeling that we have on our pontoon means there’s always someon
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