Tuesday I felt a bit wabbit, on Wednesday I was mispronouncing words at lunch and by that evening I was oot. There’s a bug going around apparently and I got bugged.
My future self will remember some of the details no doubt and my present self doesn’t want to think about it right now other than the unexplainable hallucination during a fevered night where I was lying on a bed of mugs and was very worried that I would break them.
Today is an improvement, Heinz Cream of Chicken Soup and Irn Bru have saved me once again. And the telly.
It’s not often I get my DVD’s on these days, but this afternoon has been a good one. First on was Railways of Scotland Volume 5, The Western Highlands. It’s all about the tracks from Glasgow to Fort William and Mallaig and takes in Inverness to Kyle of Lochalsh. The most recent footage must be 40 years old and far from being dull train spotter stuff it’s all about the scenery, the people and the places. You get to see the mountains without somebody annoyingly interpreting it for you, the narrator is quietly informative, the diesel engines soothing and any music understated.
One surprise every time I see it has to be Tyndrum in the 60’s, the only buildings there were the house that’s now the Green Welly garage, that old bit where you pay for your fuel, and the row of miners cottages just over the bridge from it. That’s it. I wonder what’ll happen to Bridge of Orchy when it grows up too.
Since then it’s been Weir’s Way non-stop. Ah what a timeless joy that is. You know STV were planning to bring back a modern version this year with a new presenter and canned it. It’s a shame, the BBC’s got a monopoly on all the outdoor stuff.
Anyway, the battle on the carpet has escalated, we’re having daleks versus the alien at the moment. Mind you, the winner is always adipose, he’s out of shape but he’s got the weight advantage.