It is pouring down here! The wind also blows...hurling water at my windows! I am still in my bed and have no great desire to get out of it...
Slowly, carefully I had intended to go out to the next village today. An old friend is expecting me at some stage. She is ten years older than me so together we make a formidable team and I have yet to tell her about my last cruise. She enjoys hearing all about it but so far I have just not got out there. Today is not going to be the day by the looks of it.
During the night I woke up feeling very hot. I threw off the duvet and realised that the room was hot too. Getting out of bed I realised that I had left my heating on constant yesterday. So up I got to go downstairs to turn it back to timed. But the house is still very warm this morning .
Next week old friends will start to arrive for the music weekend held in an old Methodist chapel in St Mawes. Yesterday they sent me details of the first concert which is actually sold out. As well as instrumentalists they are bringing in several singers from the Truro Cathedral. Choir. The Brahms concerto is going to be properly done! I just hope the weather will have improved by then.
This weekend is looking very quiet... a trip to the next village is still in my mind...but the weather will have to relent a little. As I get older my adventurous spirit is diminishing fast.
In the middle of the last sentence my phone rang. An American voice started to tell me that my bank account had been compromised. I switched it off. I had several messages yesterday too all inviting me to sort out my account which involves putting in my bank details....arghhh. Do they think I’m easier to manipulate early in the morning?
Oh well...answering the phone did get me out of bed....so that’s the first job done!
1 comment:
Scammers are no respecter of time zones or elderly Priests having a lay in.
And the weather in Cornwall is obviously not being kind to you, so go back to bed with some tea and toast and wait for things to look better outside, enough for you to visit your friend, who sounds amazing.
I envy you the music festival on your doorstep, we tend to have to travel some distance, perhaps to the O2 dome, but it doesn't hold any attraction. Perhaps if they telivised them, we might watch, but it isn't quite the same as a live concert. Later this month as we prepare for our Victorian Event, the Christmas Lights will be lit from our parish church for the first time ever and we will have a small concert with a visiting choir supplemented by our resident choir for an hour or so. Home grown is the word.
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