As I lay awake this morning, I came to the realisation why so many surviving spouses beyond child rearing age, follow their spouses to the grave so promptly; they freeze to death! It was 7 degrees, not as cold as Canberra but still astoundingly so for a place that boasts a Mediterranean climate.
Over
breakfast I tuned into the television news reports and was pleased to learn the
human toll of the Oklahoma City tornado was less than first reported. It makes
my complaints about little puffs of wind pale when I hear the Americans faced
winds of over 200 mph; note that is miles per hour, not kilometres per hour.
Of
course, I also checked my Facebook page and learned that my husband was safely
in the arms of his extended family, perhaps I will sleep better tonight. Bed
socks and the extra duvet will help as well.
It is also
astounding how focused one can be without the distraction of a husband; I
amazed myself how efficiently I whizzed through the morning’s chores and some,
well before mid morning. Energised from the effort, I set out for the shops at
High Wycombe where I posted some mail, bought a local newspaper and had some
photocopying done, all back within the hour and before lunch.
The
afternoon has however been spent in a far more slovenly manner, dealing with
administrative matters on the computer and planning an afternoon at the movies
for tomorrow, co-ordinating bus times and routes with the one session,
hopefully managing to be home before dark. Something to look forward to, the
film that is, not returning in the dark.
In the
meantime a couple more camping parties have arrived, one a small camper-van now
parked far too close for my liking. There is a whole park to choose from!
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