Managed to pick the only non-rainy hour of yesterday to go running. Did good running. Got muddy and everything! And I was doing what they call military cadences so I must have looked and sounded a right nutter. Got home, stretched, got distracted by wonderful photos of my Mother and little brother from years ago, getting up was impossible, headed for the shower.
Nada.
The world went cold. Suddenly running was a really bad idea and my muscles (such as they are) were all about to freeze up and fall off. Even a squeeze of the pooch didn't help. But I turned on the immersion, picked up my book and curled up. I was about to be late to meet my pals. Anyway, fifteen minutes later, piping hot water.
Joy.
This blog post is about remembering those times when old-fashioned stuff saved the day. Immersion heaters to produce hot water when you're physically tired and achey, candles for power cuts in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere, tomato soup when you've just had a general anaesthetic and want your mummy despite being all grown-up, baked beans after a long and arduous journey, red wine for the long journey through every single day. There are countless others.
Warmed, refreshed, pathetically grateful, I dashed off to Islingtonia and had a lovely evening. So thanks pals, and thanks Immersion Heater!
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so true.
ReplyDeletei see you managed to squeeze red wine in there. surely a cure-all?
k x
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