Losing voice

Mirinda continues to be unwell. Her cough, while diminishing on occasion, hacks away at her throat with all the finesse of a rubbish compactor. It’s not at all pleasant (for either of us) but at least the cough medicine and Strepsils seem to be helping.

Also the middle of the day helps as opposed to the cool of the morning then the cool that comes creeping along the terrace at the close of day. It doesn’t help in the evening when she watches Friends because the laughter soon turns to explosive bouts of coughing.

Fortunately, I am fine. We have the Green Room so I can at least sleep (for most of the night) and any contagion is kept in the main bedroom. I just make sure to disinfect the sheets and pillow cases to a very high degree.

Today I had an early Talking Newspaper so I had to leave her in the care of Emma – obviously Freya just sleeps and sometimes chases squirrels. Emma, of course, takes her duties seriously and is perfectly behaved.

Nurse Em is on the job

My session in the studio went very well though we almost had a problem with David’s voice. David, one of the readers, is a volunteer radio announcer for a local radio station and, therefore, needs his voice more than most. Today, however, he was more concerned with losing it halfway through our recording. I told him to rest it during the edit then we’d see how we went and I’d toss him out of the room if his voice went.

As it turned out, it was just fine and gave me some verbal fodder.

Reading with David were Heather (always funny) and Sue who has recently been approached to be a Presenter. She starts in September and was quizzing me about various administrative things we Presenters have to do before each recording.

I wished her luck but she’ll be fine. Like a lot of our readers, she used to be a teacher and knows how to control naughty kids.

After a lot of fun, I left for the shops then a quick, sneaky pint at The Nelson Arm(s). I only do this when Mirinda is at home because I don’t like leaving the dogs for longer than I need to. Still, I do like being one of the Old Blokes Down The Pub even if it’s only sometimes.

The walk home

And, for a change, the weather was kind today. No rain and the clouds that were there were merely threatening. Mind you, it did start spitting from about 6pm but it was very little, very late and only had the effect of forcing us to eat inside.

Not that we’ve forgotten the wet weather that has been part and parcel of Spring this year. Tomorrow, being Summer, may be better.

Springing up all over the park
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