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The good and the bad so far
Sep. 2nd, 2012 01:26 pmThe good: I have done a lot in various places this year.
London: for the Flying Dutchman.
Liverpool: for the Giants
Upton upon Severn (part of it still under Severn at that point): for the folk weekend, and bought clothes for my new look.
Sidmouth: for the Folk Week (in uur case week and a half), where I bought more clothes for the new look and more flower wreaths and learned to play the ukulele - and took part in my first session playing anything but a drum.
London again: for the Notting Hill Carnival.
Preston: for the Preston Guild trade parade. As it only happens every twenty years (with a 30 year gap, for obvious reasons, between 1922 and 1952), it was impressive to see one firm stating that it was their 9th time.
The bad: in the week after Liverpool I felt rotten. I thought I might have picked up flu, probably on the journey back, as I was cold and tired and my resistance would not have been at its best. Then the cough set in and I whooped several times. Thoughts that it couldn't be whooping cough because I'd already had it skidded to a halt when a bit of arithmetic showed me that that had been over 60 years ago, and I suppose even naturally acquired immunity doesn't last for ever. Hearing the figures for it this year suggests that I was right and that was what I picked up during the Liverpool visit. Not nice, but could have been worse, and probably means that I am extremely unlikely to catch it again in future, when my general health might not be quite as good as at 65.
On balance, good, and probably more to come - might go to Preston again once if not twice, will almost certainly go to see the Blackpool Illuminations (12 years in the North West and I've never been to Blackpool at all) and there are a couple of other things brewing.
London: for the Flying Dutchman.
Liverpool: for the Giants
Upton upon Severn (part of it still under Severn at that point): for the folk weekend, and bought clothes for my new look.
Sidmouth: for the Folk Week (in uur case week and a half), where I bought more clothes for the new look and more flower wreaths and learned to play the ukulele - and took part in my first session playing anything but a drum.
London again: for the Notting Hill Carnival.
Preston: for the Preston Guild trade parade. As it only happens every twenty years (with a 30 year gap, for obvious reasons, between 1922 and 1952), it was impressive to see one firm stating that it was their 9th time.
The bad: in the week after Liverpool I felt rotten. I thought I might have picked up flu, probably on the journey back, as I was cold and tired and my resistance would not have been at its best. Then the cough set in and I whooped several times. Thoughts that it couldn't be whooping cough because I'd already had it skidded to a halt when a bit of arithmetic showed me that that had been over 60 years ago, and I suppose even naturally acquired immunity doesn't last for ever. Hearing the figures for it this year suggests that I was right and that was what I picked up during the Liverpool visit. Not nice, but could have been worse, and probably means that I am extremely unlikely to catch it again in future, when my general health might not be quite as good as at 65.
On balance, good, and probably more to come - might go to Preston again once if not twice, will almost certainly go to see the Blackpool Illuminations (12 years in the North West and I've never been to Blackpool at all) and there are a couple of other things brewing.
