Thursday, 15 January 2015
Matchsticks for my eyes please
The wind is shaking the house and even through the double-glazing blinds and curtains it is howling like a wild animal in pain.
Earlier sitting at the front desk in St. Mary's (Meet and greet) they call it, but there is no-one to meet and greet when the weather is so cold wet and windy.
"We are lucky here in this area where we seldom see the extremes of weather" we tell ourselves, but, bent double to hide from wind and rain, standing waiting for the bus it somehow seems less true.
Why is it expected of us that we be stoic and unfazed by regular soakings, freezings and generally being 'roughed-up' by gales.
"A mild winter" they say. Doesn't feel mild to me I think.
"Soon be spring" they say. Really? Not in my Welsh calendar it won't.
Too little physical exertion during the day leads to sleepless nights, for me anyway. So a good book is a necessity, and sometimes, just now and then, I actually find one among the library's mountain of dross.
My current one is very good indeed , "The coward's tale" by Vanessa Gebbie is a rare treasure. The author, new to me, has a wonderful descriptive narrative style, similar only to Dylan Thomas.
It is the kind of book which, far from rushing to the end, makes you want to read only a little at a time so that it will last indefinitely.
Reading at night for hours makes my eyes sore anyway so have had to give up for a while.
Some people lie there for hours trying to force sleep to come. That doesn't work for me but night-time activities are restricted and for me TV is a no-go after midnight, so the computer has a stronger than usual attraction.
Have just peered out of the window and the back garden is a lake with a frosting of snow. It will soon turn to sleet again I'm sure but it is not an inviting sight at 2.30 am.
Today, or rather yesterday, I collected two pairs of glasses from my optician, One for reading very small print and the other for watching TV if it becomes a strain.
I have incipient cataracts in both eyes which have not moved for years but I am told, are now doing so. So at some stage both will have to be operated on. Not a pleasant thought, but I have got away with it for a good while so I suppose I should be grateful.
My spirits are beginning to turn morose so will stop before the gloom spreads.
Sleep happily on dear readers, I only envy you a little.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 2:41:00 am