........with not going far or doing much of interest is there's nothing to write about!
This grey, wet weather has a lot to answer for.
Thank you to everyone for comments yesterday. I've never read Moonfleet so will borrow a copy. I wanted to try and read more children's books this year anyway.
Back soonish - probably Saturday.
I totally understand. Here in Dorset it has not stopped raining and floods everywhere so all journeys diverted or impossible. On the plus side, lots of jobs being ticked off at home so when the garden is eventually dry enough to stand on I can crack on without worrying about indoor jobs. I know the floods in Dorset have not been on national news but they are happening but of course pensioners being flooded in rural locations is not as important as the so called headlines. I hope you stay above the waterline and enjoy your breather from blogging. Sandra.
ReplyDeleteAnd we have to remember the endless heat of last summer when the huge cracks in the fields, roads and paths caused great concern. And how we were told that we would need months of rain to refill our rivers, reservoirs and gardens. Perhaps we should remind ourselves that rain is required and although not entirely welcome in such prolific quantities is what we were asking for last year summer!
ReplyDeleteTo Anonymous…you made such a good point. I, as have many others have done nothing but moan about grey wet days that seem to be going on forever. As you rightly point out we need it. Nothing survives without water, humans, animal, agriculture…scary. So thanks for reminding me…to stop moaning and just be grateful. I’m changing my mindset which will benefit my well being. June (who will stop moaningš¤£).
ReplyDeleteThe upside of all the rain and flooded roads is less money spent going out. So grateful not to be flooded either, still grumbling sometimes though!
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Grey is seeping into every part of our lives, I'm itching to get seeds started, soon......
ReplyDeleteI remember flying (in an aeroplane, obviously, just had a fleeting giggle at the thought of me flying like a chubby duck across the sky) and leaving the airport in rain, and rising up through the clouds to brilliant blue sky and sunshine. Hard to imagine that it's like that above the clouds...
ReplyDeleteGrey,damp and dark days are dreary. It seems endless. Thank goodness for books,without them,can't imagine. Cannot wait for signs of Spring! Carole R.
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