It's because I've had a cold, you see, no a virus. There's another good safe British conversation. It's a virus, a special one. Your's is man 'flu, but mine is a special virus. Viral one-upmanship.
Thursday, 20 May 2010
The danger with writing about market days it can turn into a drone about the weather. It 's constantly changing, constantly being bothersome. Last week it was cold: this week it was hot and sticky. Over the last fortnight I've had innumerable exchanges with passers-by: ain't it cold? ain't it hot? These little comments all help social intercourse because we can't always think of anything to say just as I can't always think of what to write...hence this weather prattle