GETTING THERE

We are slowly getting back to normal. What BT didn't deign to tell us is that half the villgage had their telephones out of order after the thunderstorm last week and it wasn't just us. We only found this out when we went to the Farmers Arms yesterday at the invitation of Allan and Jennie to meet a pair of ghost hunters from Cornwall who came up to have a gander at the poltergeist (if you can have a gander at a poltergeist).

They then came down to our house and spent a jolly afternoon swapping exploits. One particularly interesting encounter of the lycanthropic kind is featured in this month's On the Track. Speaking of On the Track: where is it? I can hear all you assembled throngs screaming impatiently.

I know that it is four days late. I am about a third of the way through it, and hope to finish it today or tomorrow. However, in addition to the computer, telephone and health problems about which you are all only too aware because I keep on banging on about them in a tedious fashion, large parts of each day are spent visiting Marjorie Braund and Noela Mackenzie. The two old ladies (one at home and one in hospital) are both very dear to me, and are far more important than anything else that is around at the moment. Marjorie is as comfortable as can be expected, but there is a lot of ancilliary work (laundry, admin, arguing with social workers, feeding her cat) that has to be done for Noela, so perforce other stuff has had to be put on the back burner.