Post 316. DORMOUSE LIKE.

UNTIL SUNDAY MARCH 31, 2019.
I SHALL HIBERNATE. 

Daylight Saving Time will come back then and Seasonal Affective Disorder should sidle away. 

Now the confounded clocks have had to be put back again. I used to think the only people responsible for such nonsense were powerful shareholders in car battery firms. But batteries are more efficient nowadays - and many only replaceable from the firm that manufactured the car - so the cause of our clock tinkering this year, if media mouthpieces can be believed, is the former second string of scapegoats, Scottish farmers, who don't like the dark days. 
If that really is so, surely the sensible solution would be to make supermarkets pay the farmers fair wholesale prices for their produce, then the poor buggers would be able to afford electric light. 

I never welcome winter. When I retired from the NHS in 1989 we seriously contemplated moving to Scotland - land of one of my great grandfathers - and never looking back. We took a motoring holiday (I didn't mind all the driving in those days) and went on a recce up as far as Inverness. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Lovely country. Great people. But the weather! Until you have spent a wet weekend in Fort William you have no idea what rain off the Gulf Stream can be like. Incessant is the word. 

On the way up we ran into snow, too. It was April. By the time we got back home we were decided. Property wasn't selling well on the Island. Better stay put. It's a small place with the customary quota of small minds, but there are worse places to spend your retirement. 

Guess we made the right choice. 

All the family lives over here now. 

OTHER HOME NEWS. 

Our Roz. 

In conjunction with her treatment, Roz has been gifted a couple of head warmers which, the weather not being north of Watford weather, she tends to forget to wear. Shame. I think she looks good in both of them and particularly so in the one pictured above.

Tomorrow she is back for another chemotherapy session. Had a bad reaction after the last two. 

We can only hope for a better outcome this time.

TELEVISION. 

Andrew Lincoln is leaving The Walking Dead (Fox). The next episode will be his last and it seems likely that this will be the last series as such. 

John Simm in Strangers finally found out all he wanted to know about his murdered wife. 

Good acting all round but the entire story could have been fitted into three episodes and by the time we reached the eighth I didn't care who did what or why. 

The Ghan (BBC Four) was a very long, and apparently very expensive, train ride from Adelaide to Darwin. We quite enjoyed the soporific ambience, but why anybody would pay close on 3000 Australian dollars to spend 54 hours studying scrubland is way beyond me. 

Ah well. To each his own.

Sleep well. I did after this.