The last couple of months or so have been a bit unusual around here, and, as a consequence, poor Basil (and his blog) have suffered a (large!) measure of neglect. Things are not yet back on track, but at least the various distractions are winding down. It shouldn’t be too long before things settle, and, weather cooperating, Basil and I are back on the road again.
Our first and toughest challenge came when Sally, our little grey-and-white cat, suddenly developed diabetes, which proved uncontrollable, and a host of associated symptoms. We lost her after a valiant fight to stabilize the disease. She was, surprisingly, mostly un-fazed and un-bothered by her difficulties, fortunately, and her end was peaceful. Our little herd numbers only four felines now; that’s quite a change, as all five had been with us for many years.
Then Dr. Diarist had a stretch of vacation time available, which he coupled with the various holidays, and we decided to dismantle most rooms of our home and put them back together in a configuration that best suits the way we use them now. That was a lot like moving house, but without, fortunately, the agony of actually packing. I’m allergic to dust, though, and it turns out that when you don’t move floor-to-ceiling bookshelves for a decade, dust bunnies proliferate. My lungs are gradually recovering; by the time we’ve finished with the house stuff I should be able to breathe normally again and put those pipes to the test on two wheels once again.
The Brompton Garage: the only untouched room in the house. The Brompton Brothers: bored.
At any rate, we’re through the worst of it, and I’ll be back posting now, albeit perhaps a bit infrequently during the next few weeks. By mid-February all should be resolved, and Basil and I (and Dr. Diarist and Argyll) should once again be as active as Bromptons, and riders, are meant to be — just in time for early spring!