Of all the Blog posts in all the world, you had to walk into mine...
Or in other words, hello again! I return to my keyboard after a prolonged spell, that has included non stop Boris Johnson coverage, and a lot of vomiting ( actually, come to think of it, maybe the former caused the latter...)
As is normal for this time of year, I have been up to my big flappy ears in trying to manage my symptoms. It is exhausting and takes up most of my energy, and is akin to plate- spinning with greasy hands.I have had a lot of days affected by migraines recently, and as all you 'Migraineurs' out there know, those puppies can affect everything from your digestive system, to your mood and digestion, and can incorporate weird tastes, sensitivity to smells, and strange stuff going on with your eyesight. Light flashes, vertigo, a pain like some one has stuck a javelin in my eye, and days of nausea and compulsory darkness: it's been fun.
I return to give you the benefit of my non-wisdom, as the country is on the brink of an election, the trains are on strike for the next 27 days, and here at the elephant house, we have already received the annual 'mystery' Christmas card.
This card arrives every year addressed to our home's previous inhabitants. Signed only from 'Alan' the printed message inside contains the uninspiring message 'Have a good time'. ( definitive proof, if it were needed, that for many folk, Black Friday has more spiritual significance than the Nativity.)
Despite our local scouts undercutting the official postal service, and the rise of social media, cards remain an integral part of the British Christmas, along with women wearing velvet dresses, kids wobbling around our streets on new bikes, and mass flatulence.
Or in other words, hello again! I return to my keyboard after a prolonged spell, that has included non stop Boris Johnson coverage, and a lot of vomiting ( actually, come to think of it, maybe the former caused the latter...)
As is normal for this time of year, I have been up to my big flappy ears in trying to manage my symptoms. It is exhausting and takes up most of my energy, and is akin to plate- spinning with greasy hands.I have had a lot of days affected by migraines recently, and as all you 'Migraineurs' out there know, those puppies can affect everything from your digestive system, to your mood and digestion, and can incorporate weird tastes, sensitivity to smells, and strange stuff going on with your eyesight. Light flashes, vertigo, a pain like some one has stuck a javelin in my eye, and days of nausea and compulsory darkness: it's been fun.
I return to give you the benefit of my non-wisdom, as the country is on the brink of an election, the trains are on strike for the next 27 days, and here at the elephant house, we have already received the annual 'mystery' Christmas card.
This card arrives every year addressed to our home's previous inhabitants. Signed only from 'Alan' the printed message inside contains the uninspiring message 'Have a good time'. ( definitive proof, if it were needed, that for many folk, Black Friday has more spiritual significance than the Nativity.)
Despite our local scouts undercutting the official postal service, and the rise of social media, cards remain an integral part of the British Christmas, along with women wearing velvet dresses, kids wobbling around our streets on new bikes, and mass flatulence.
As we moved here 4 and a half years ago, we no longer have a forwarding address, so the 'mystery' card will join cards from all those from folk who do know us. Alan if you're reading this: they moved and didn't tell you- they are NOT your friends.
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