Deirdre Geraghty

Sometimes I feel really sorry for men. They are programmed to wear their hair short from an early age and most of them wear the same outfit and the same shoes. If they want to be colourful it’s the tie or socks. Pitiful. On the other hand I see the men in Afghanistan or I watch the News here even. Not good!

The sun is out. I am hoping it will sort out my wheelie bins which are frozen shut as I have stuff to go out. My friend told me to punch them which should loosen them but I will give it awhile.

I had a bit of a cold yesterday and, so far, I don’t feel too bad today but I will wait and see. I haven’t been up very long.

I have woken up to a sprinkling of snow. Probably very slippery outside.

It must be awful to be without heat whilst it’s snowing or really cold outside. I have been fretting about my heating as my sitting room is 18.8 even though the thermostat is set at 21 degrees. So I really feel sorry for those with no power or, even worse, homeless.

I had a lovely dream this morning. I don’t remember much of it but I know I had one brown wall in the sitting room which attracted butterflies and I was showing my son a beautiful blue and pink one which had come in – we seemed to be open to the outside somehow!

I ordered in a roast dinner yesterday. Something I haven’t done for ages. It’s not done much for my weight loss regime but it was a real treat.

The doctors are talking about going on strike too. After 12 years of austerity it is hardly surprising people have had enough!

My neighbour came last evening with fish and chips which was really nice. It doesn’t do much for my weight loss efforts but not too bad. I will have to be good today etc.

Well there’s no snow today but it’s very cold. My hair is wet because I washed it this morning and I tend to leave it to dry by itself even though it’s cold.