Good morning dear reader and welcome to Comb Towers on a pleasant and sunny Sunday morning. No complaints, as we seem to have got through October fairly well and had our share of sunny days. Soon the clocks will change and we will be back into the long dark evenings. I think the time has come for a foray into the loft for the fairy lights. November could be much cheered up with some twinkling lights about the house. I might even wind some around Ruth, my French garden statue, now residing in my den for the winter. She definitely needs some bright lights to cheer her up. She's many shades of grey, (although not fifty!) and she must get a bit chilly as she's only got a bit of a Grecian style frock on. Perhaps I should take pity on her and wrap her up in a nice warm coat.
We have had a very quiet week, dear reader. Well, I say quiet - it has been quiet in that we have not ventured far from the homestead as Spouse has had the grand daddy of all colds and the peace and quiet has been punctuated with bursts of sneezing and coughing. Not wishing to share his affliction with the general populace, he has skulked in his den most of the week, emerging at intervals for meals - well, let's face it, nothng, but nothing, is ever going to put Spouse off his tucker
By Saturday he was judged fit enough to be allowed out without endangering public health and made a brief visit to the supermarket. On his return, happy and beaming, he produced a bunch of green bananas, (not requested by yours truly) and said, 'When I see green bananas I think of you.' Stunned silence by me. Do I look like a green banana? I don't think so. 'So ... I remind you of a green banana do I?' Ignoring the dangerous glint in my eye he nodded and grinned. 'Well, I've always said with your long toes you could hang upside down in the trees, so I bought you some bananas ... ' 'Stop digging,' says I. 'Just jump in the hole and pull the lid down. You're gonna be very sorry about those bananas.'
And so he was, dear reader. By yesterday evening I was going down with his cold and in no mood to visit the kitchen. So the supper menu? A banana sandwich for Spouse and a hot toddy and bed for me. It was a very large bunch of bananas - he'll be swinging through the trees by the time he's eaten them all and won't want to see another banana for a long time to come.
I hope you have a good week, dear reader. I will go and nurse my cold now possibly with another dose of his best Irish Whisky. Almost makes feeling poorly worthwhile. See you next week and in better fettle I hope.