Forever Wales

I am tottering around the house on my shoes. I seem to have forgotten how to walk. I need to remove my shoes, remind myself how to walk and try again. As it is, if there should be a fire in the hotel and it's a case of run or be burned, I'll have to settle for the hot flames. But I'll look damn good. Just so long as long as I don't have to move. I'll have to settle for a dramatic wave of the arms and some memorable final words. "If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever Wales." (What do you mean, 'that sounds familiar'?)

My cold seems slightly worse than it did yesterday when it was showing signs of disappearing. I wonder if the red onion soup is meant to draw it out; perhaps I have to get worse before I get better.

But all that is sounding very gloomy when I am not at all. Excited and happy would be a better description.

Oh, yes, and Husband has won a hamper in the guide dogs Spring raffle! Twice a year they send me books of tickets to sell and I end up buying them myself because I am too pathetic to send them back unsold. I have probably paid for the equivalent of several hampers but that's not the point. This is 'free' and a pleasant surprise - especially as I never win anything. (Although I did win a custom-made surfboard in the first raffle held by the Gower Surf Club in 19blurby blurby blurb.)