Art in Action

Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Current mood: lonely

Me hartees (atchoo),

Scuze me for sneezing but I'm not too well.

Having been to Art in Action to assist my mate M. together with A. in selling M.'s pebble & silver jewellery and camp over the 5 wettest days in one of the UK's most flooded regions did not help. On Friday morning my tent had water in the wine cellar... 20 cm of it by midday... Thankfully all contents were moved into the cars (6 fine bottles of Chateau Grelier 2000 included). It was moved to higher grounds when the downpours stopped for a couple of hours early evening. A.'s tent selfdestructed and was that waterproof that all the water that came in through the hole in the roof, stayed inside and sofly slopped over the edge of the groundsheet bit. M.'s tent was moved to where mine was, a distinctly better neighbourhood, next door to a famous contemporary jeweller (sort of like camping next to a saint), who very kindly let A. use hers.

And now it's Wednesday. My chest feels awfully tight scar side and I'm in bed dosed up with paracetamol and codeine. Seeing Doc tomorrow (he not there today) as I think I might be lining myself up for another pneumonia otherwise. Having done that last year, I do not wish to repeat the experience.

It's at moments like this you wish there was someone around that cared and brought you a cup of something hot.
But hey, look at the bright side... at least I'm in the dry, more than can be said of those poor inundated sods in Gloucester- and Oxfordshire.
Although "poor" is not the word associated with those counties now, is it?