A walk today, around the castle, skirting the park and then down to the river and back up through town. There was a break in the caveat the bottom of the hill. A telephone call was made, and at some stage the artist promises to deliver the remaining small wooden pieces to be photographed. Then that work can continue.
The cold weather is not a good thing. It is a time of constant slight headaches and strange feelings of chill. Perhaps it is the aftermath of that infection that the doctor diagnosed, the infection which was so upsetting two weeks ago.
At home, use the vacuum cleaner on the room. The wife is silent, she does not wish to speak with her husband at all. Well now, that is just too bad.
In the evening, feed the cat.
More cat food will have to be purchased. The animal eats more than her owner.
So it seems, anyway.
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