The Fibro Fog has lifted today. Thank goodness.
The outdoor pool is still closed ‘for our safety’. How come in the snowy nations of Iceland, Norway, Finland etc can manage to get people in to outdoor pools with no danger but not here? Could it be they don’t want to a. make the effort to make the walking areas less slippery and/ or b. they don’t want to pay to heat the pool? I leave it with you. You can imagine how delighted I was to share the indoor pool with the aqua aerobics class. Oh the joy. Perhaps I should become ‘The Grumpy Swimmer’ rather than a ‘Fiftysomething Nobody?’
I went to our local shop/ post office to post my form (see yesterday) and send a birthday card to one of my oldest friends. Had a good moan about about the Royal Mail posties we currently have with the post mistress – we both felt better for this outpouring of vitriol. There was a pensioner in the shop. We knew this because she kept saying “I am a pensioner you know”. I am sure it was important for me to ‘know’ this but, as yet, I am not sure why. Still, it is nice to be part of a ‘local’ (see Little Britain) community….I think? Please note: I have personally been here for fifty- something years (as a Nobody) and elements of my family for over a hundred so we seem to be settled in.
Some people get all of a dither over a bit of smoke puttering from the oven. There was no need to panic. Himself was panicking though. I was just cooking pork belly….however, I had forgotten I needed to clean the oven before using it again. Its previous occupant had spat quite a bit of fat around. A very hot oven, with something that also spits (dreadful habit) resulted in an open door on to the street in minus temperatures with himself wafting a tea towel around above head height. This was a sight to behold. The house didn’t burn down. All is well.