After our lovely and much appreciated tiny breath of spring, we’ve gone back to grey and dismal and rain has set in. Actually this is a good thing. If it was a few degrees colder it would be snowing (please Lord, not more…!) and rain is the quickest way to get the snow we have melting fast.
Small corners of the garden are peeping through again – and looking in need of a good clear up too, but there are even some tiny buds of tulips, hyacinths and daffodils peeping through. It won’t be long now!
The dreariness means that even with a flash I can’t get a single publishable photo – so I’m sorry it’s all words today. Maybe tomorrow will be brighter.
(DH is in Singapore on business and just called to tell me that it’s 30 degrees and he’s been sightseeing. Did I need to know that? 30 degrees – I think I’ve forgotten what that feels like!)
You’ll be pleased to know that my head is still in one piece and there was no reaction to the cleaned up teenager’s bedroom. I’m taking that as a very positive reaction. Effusive thanks would be too much to ask for I think. We don’t seem to be in a phase of life where that happens, other than when friends are here, when a significant transformation on the pleasantness front takes place. When does this phase pass? Can anyone tell me when I can start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel??
Enough burbling on. Today has been deemed a cinema day – which seems fair as it’s the last day of the school holidays. No 1, No 3 and I are going to see George in Descendants. I don’t care if it’s a rubbish film (which it shouldn’t be – it has an Oscar nomination). I could watch that man all day! No 2 has plans of her own. Then it will be home for a roast chicken dinner to set everyone up for the week ahead.
My quilt is ready to baste – tomorrow when everyone is out of the house and I can take over the living room floor – and the next pair of socks is on the needles. My knee is showing signs of healing and I’ve just heard that a new series of Foyle’s War has been commissioned by the BBC.
Life is good. In a quiet sort of way.