Weather-bound

Nice of the storm system to stay as rain until I got the shopping done yesterday. After that, of course, it was monsoon sleet, a phenomenon quite new to me: ice pellets bucketing down for hours and hours- and now, days and days. Finally located my ice chopper that I put in a safe place when S came, so no longer have to borrow next door's ancient rusty splintery-handled one. I think I know what I'm getting bro for Christmas next year.

The raging winds and pressure have joined with the current sinus unhappiness to make me feel lousy for the last few days, but at last some combination of drugs and sinus rinse contrives to give me a moment of bien-etre. Shall be grateful while it lasts.

Meanwhile a foray into youtuube has left me ear-wormed by Evita, both Don't Cry For Me, Argentina and its reprise Oh What A Circus. Still haven't figured out when the last verses to that were added, my favourite ones that start
Sing you fools, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead, your king is through
And she's not coming back to you.

They may have been in the Essex version, but the youtube clips don't include them.

This susceptibility to the media I never view does make me wonder if netflix is really a good idea for me.