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The blood pressure is impressive. The blood test is taken. The feet are checked with doppler and jel. The weight weighs just a couple of pounds more. The follow-up appointment is made, next week, when the results are back.

Properties in Budleigh Salterton and Bude are viewed, but alas they are still outside our price range. A mid-terrace in Chagford almost fits the bill. Why is there this interest in continuously looking at properties, when the likelihood of our moving is next to nil.


Instead of worrying about the physical world, and our place in it, why not spend more time in the imaginary worlds of daydreams, musically accompanied contemplations, and mindful, or mind-less meditations.

The football wasn't great, we lost to our South Yorkshire rivals after all, but the manager is upbeat, he says there were lots of good things in the game, we just need to work on our rhythm and our self-belief, especially in the final third.

A long time ago I went to a Chagford for a Christmas meal with one of our clients. The snow was pretty lively as I drove across Dartmoor. Fortunately, it was a residential affair, and by the next day, the roads were more easily manageable.

Here is a snow poem:

For the less quiet life


Make one narrow
Give one tunnel vision
Cause upset at the unexpected
Miss the expected in the first place

Ancient truths
Organised self-taught rules
Together collected consciousness
Religion, politics, education, society

Then the ones who slip through
Freethinkers, untrammeled conventions
Do any, or all of these exist

Able to pontificate
In praise and verse and song
On the backs of their forefathers
Unaware of any burden 

And those who slip through

The driven ones
Who walk
Bare-feet in the snow
Touching what we never can

What price to have the free will
The free thoughts
Objectivity we cannot even share
Jealousy, courage, joy, inebriation

Without these; what of tomorrow
A view beyond comprehension
For the less quiet life
Of interruptions and misunderstanding

Of hurt and self-inflicted pain
Of bodily complications
And thoughts inbuilt, inane
An overwhelming vista


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