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Sunday 1st 20F/-7C. Overcast, cold and windy. Not expected to rise above -5C/23F all day. SE winds expected to gust to 13m/s all day. 60F/15.6C in the room. Greenhouse 31F/0C. The pond thermometer has stopped working. Probably a flat battery in the cold. It was showing 36F/2C yesterday.
Got up at 7.50 after a difficult night. I felt I was awake from 1-3am. Staying in bed seemed like the best thing to do. I had dreampt I was searching for my wife. She was in the shed for some reason but had changed into somebody I didn't recognize. Nor would she talk to me. She just walked off behind the shed. Which upset me. When I finally got back to sleep I was having more, weird dreams.
8.15 Stove lit. Brought in more logs from the greenhouse. I shall have to unload the trailer into the greenhouse soon. Which will make me breathless. My chest is still bunged up after my recent bout of Man cold/flu/Covid. I am getting breathless even on my walks. It seems like ages since I had a ride.
9.30 64F/18C in the room. Back from my walk. Cold, but no worse than yesterday. I wore my Ventile jacket over the pile lined fleece. This was much more windproof than the Patagonia, down sweater. Worn over the same, fleece jacket.
I was going to make sausage rolls. Just for a change. However, the ready-made pastry, which my wife used to use. Was not always readily available. I was always having to ask the staff if they had the correct make. The variety most often seen in the supermarket freezers was sugar laden and tasted strongly of vanilla. Now I can't remember which was the correct one. It must be five years since I last bought it. I know I will be disappointed. If I buy the inferior crap. Which is obviously aimed at the low hanging fruit market.
15.30 24F/-4.4C. 66F/19C in the room. Back from the shops in the next shopping village to the north. Catching up on shortages. From my last grocery shopping spree in the village. I can no longer trust some supermarkets to have stock of the most ordinary items. I bought some flaky pastry. Fingers crossed. A horribly cold wind in the car parks.
I had nothing to go with sausage rolls. Google suggested chips and beans. I've had two days of baked beans already. They are supposed to be monitoring my blog. So they should have known better.
20.00 I have a confession. I had taken two slices of pastry out of the box. One half of the sausages made six pieces. Two slices made four wraps. I would have had to add another slice of pastry but I was too mean and impatient. Having already given the pastry half an hour to thaw. So I glued some short lengths of pastry strips together with beaten egg. A cosmetic failure but I shan't tell if you don't.
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