Two (a)dresses
I have
found a way to keep warm. I have decided to wear two dresses together. It is
not as bad as it sounds. Both dresses are more or less the same colour and you
can only see the top one. One is tight fitting and that is the one that goes under
the looser fitting one. Air is trapped and I am warm.
I
tested the outfit when my friend came to see me the other day. She has just
returned from a holiday abroad and we wanted to meet. But I thought that as she
has been on a plane, she could be carrying Covid, so we met in our car park. I
had the idea that if she sat in her car and I sat in mine we could keep comfortable
with the engines on and our windows open. My two dresses served me well and my
friend said that she could not even tell.
Another
friend’s cat I heard about at a book launch this week, had a good idea to keep warm,
it sat on top of the Aga which was apparently so hot you could not keep your
hands on it. The cat had no problem.
The
book launch was about the flooding of the Vyrnwy valley to make a reservoir for
the people of Liverpool. I often visit Lake Vyrnwy and look across from the
Victorian bridge without a thought of the submerged village called Llanwddyn. There
were 37 houses in that little village and I think of our little hamlet and how
we would feel if it had to be flooded to provide water for a city miles away.
Mind
you our road has been flooded by the relentless rain we have had. We have
rivers in the road and the potholes are little lakes. I had to get to the
sorting office on Saturday morning, so I checked the depth, which was only an
inch or so, then I drove through at a steady pace. I took my note from the postman
which said he could not deliver my mail because the sender had not paid enough money.
I
stood in a queue waiting. The computer was not working so everything had to be
recorded manually. People collecting parcels had to show ID and often had to go
back to their cars to get proof. I shuffled forwards and was eventually handed
a card from my dear brother-in-law with a first-class stamp on. I could not
understand why I had to pay more. The man at the office was puzzled too. But I paid
the £1.50 to get my card.
Some
things are very strange.
(Taken from my column in the Shropshire Star)
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