Today it’s cold, sleety and wet and with a gale forecast, again, and the maudlin in me could take over if I was less than vigilant. The thought of going for a good brisk walk, or even just driving Miss Daisy down to the shop, makes my neck sink deeper into the high neck of my big woolly jumper of which I am more than heartily sick. Although I do need to cover myself from neck to bottom and beyond, every day from the moment I rise, wear fisherman’s socks over my chilblains and a big jacket just to feed the birds, I still look longingly in my ‘skimpy’ drawer. Strappy tee-shirts, a pair of shorts, silly frou-frou tops, a short denim skirt. When did I ever wear any of them? When was it ever warm enough, or when did my pale blue skin ever allow such nudity?
It wasn’t that long ago, I tell myself, as I shut the drawer on my finger. Fingers move slower in the cold, and sometimes, too slowly to avoid being shut in drawers or doors, or knocked painfully against surfaces that somehow seem softer in the warm sunshine. Conversations are all about how-to-pay-the-bills and who ran up this cost anyway? And everyone I meet is aching or has lost their greenhouse, and it’s not over yet. We are exhausted being so positive, but therein lies the key. Whether you believe in global warming, or not, have a faith or not, there is a spirit within us all that keeps us going and we are glad of it. We are tough cookies and built to survive, no, more than that, to laugh at ourselves, our situations, our daily disasters. We can lift, cheer and support each other, just as we are designed to do, and it is the stuff of life. In cheering you I am cheering me. Whatever gales and tempests have assailed us and will assail us yet, whatever gets flattened or damaged, torn or ruined, we have ourselves and our sense of humour and we can share both every single day.
So, I tell myself, stand up girl, and be counted. This is much ado about nothing.
‘Life is either a daring bold adventure or it’s nothing at all’
I am off to bake a chocolate cake, visit someone, and tomorrow, I think I’ll wear my jumper inside out.