Sunday 8th December

Emerging from hibernation.    Took this picture earlier this afternoon.

As you can see, the road is not too bad and I should be able to get out in the morning.   And I need to get to the hospital.   I had a call from Louise this afternoon that Cecil has had another stroke.   I have been in since Thursday though, with the hatches battened down.

Wednesday doesn't look too bad, Phyllis has got me down bell ringing with her outside the post office, collecting for the Salvation Army.   The Salvation Army here can collect money, but they can't set up their band and sing carols like they do at home.   That is a breach of Federal Law and a terrible offence, no one can promote any religion in a public place, and singing carols - even children singing 'Joy to the World' in the Senior Centre, is a BAD THING and cause for complaint by those ever watchful for breaches of the separation of church and state.

And after that little diatribe I think I'll have my watchdogs reminding me that my blog is in the public domain.   

Tampa looks like the place to be.    I wondered how long it would take me to get there.   It is 1213 miles, and would take a normal person 18.5 hours to drive.   It would take me a fortnight.