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Friday October 2nd, lunchtime
Startin' t'get pretty cold at night. There was a night a few days back so cold I almost cried in our wagon, breeze comin' through like a knife under th'door, an' there was a frost on the windows. Seems that was unseasonable cold, cos it's a bit milder now. Still, think it'll be freezin' in winter. New London's winters're pretty chilly, an' we used t'get snow on th'ground, sometimes feet deep. But we was just kids then, and 'sides, we was used to it. Now we ain't 'ad a cold winter in years. Always 'ead south fer the winter, so we do, like birds. Cold gets in our bones. Makes our 'ips ache it does, more an' more. Know Syl'll give us a salve an' all, but it's 'ard t'keep the cold out alt'gether. Beginnin' t'think we've got a spot o'the rheumatiz in th'bones. 'Ope it's that, anyway. Rather 'ave that than the dry bad ache of arthrity, burnin' away til we can't walk no more.
Think it'll 'appen one day, though. Not this year, don' think, and maybe not fer ten years. But eventually. Too much strain on th' leg an' pelvis an' 'ips.
No use thinkin' o'that, really. Still. Can't 'elp wishin' we was on th'road again, 'eadin' down south. One year we got as far as, what was it called? Can't remember, but it was a graceful, crumblin' town, all ivy choked an' smelled o' magnolias an' jasmine an' verbena, an' the nights were mild right through December.
Well. Got t'stop fussin', cos we ain't going nowhere. Goin' to 'ave to take measures t'make the best o'things. Buy some winter clothes, blankets, patch up any cracks in th' caravan. It'll be alright.
Wander through town. Would like to 'ave tea at th' Dormouse, but by th' time we get over th'bridge our 'ips feel a bit achy. No good that. Not bin doin' enough exercise lately. Stop in at th' Tavern. Quiet an' dark in there, in th' day, an' we don't want ter be stared at t'day, I don' think.
Sit down an' Thomas gets us both a lemonade. Wonder if we'll see anyone we know. Think 'bout family a bit. Bin worried 'bout Genny. Was relieved a bit when we chatted to 'er, thought she might mend 'er ways a bit, an' she an' Zann seemed to be gettin' on better. But then she did... something. Dunno what. Somethin' with Tez, an' it makes me skin crawl, thinkin' of 'im messin' with our Gen. Don' trust 'im no more at all. 'E don' feel like family to me now. An' Zann's lookin' all pinched round th' eyes, and Gen's as pale as a ghost, an' Syl ain't talkin' much to no one. Dunno what's going on at all.
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Startin' t'get pretty cold at night. There was a night a few days back so cold I almost cried in our wagon, breeze comin' through like a knife under th'door, an' there was a frost on the windows. Seems that was unseasonable cold, cos it's a bit milder now. Still, think it'll be freezin' in winter. New London's winters're pretty chilly, an' we used t'get snow on th'ground, sometimes feet deep. But we was just kids then, and 'sides, we was used to it. Now we ain't 'ad a cold winter in years. Always 'ead south fer the winter, so we do, like birds. Cold gets in our bones. Makes our 'ips ache it does, more an' more. Know Syl'll give us a salve an' all, but it's 'ard t'keep the cold out alt'gether. Beginnin' t'think we've got a spot o'the rheumatiz in th'bones. 'Ope it's that, anyway. Rather 'ave that than the dry bad ache of arthrity, burnin' away til we can't walk no more.
Think it'll 'appen one day, though. Not this year, don' think, and maybe not fer ten years. But eventually. Too much strain on th' leg an' pelvis an' 'ips.
No use thinkin' o'that, really. Still. Can't 'elp wishin' we was on th'road again, 'eadin' down south. One year we got as far as, what was it called? Can't remember, but it was a graceful, crumblin' town, all ivy choked an' smelled o' magnolias an' jasmine an' verbena, an' the nights were mild right through December.
Well. Got t'stop fussin', cos we ain't going nowhere. Goin' to 'ave to take measures t'make the best o'things. Buy some winter clothes, blankets, patch up any cracks in th' caravan. It'll be alright.
Wander through town. Would like to 'ave tea at th' Dormouse, but by th' time we get over th'bridge our 'ips feel a bit achy. No good that. Not bin doin' enough exercise lately. Stop in at th' Tavern. Quiet an' dark in there, in th' day, an' we don't want ter be stared at t'day, I don' think.
Sit down an' Thomas gets us both a lemonade. Wonder if we'll see anyone we know. Think 'bout family a bit. Bin worried 'bout Genny. Was relieved a bit when we chatted to 'er, thought she might mend 'er ways a bit, an' she an' Zann seemed to be gettin' on better. But then she did... something. Dunno what. Somethin' with Tez, an' it makes me skin crawl, thinkin' of 'im messin' with our Gen. Don' trust 'im no more at all. 'E don' feel like family to me now. An' Zann's lookin' all pinched round th' eyes, and Gen's as pale as a ghost, an' Syl ain't talkin' much to no one. Dunno what's going on at all.
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