Today is quite contrary. The weather forecast has told us that this week there will be a real taste of Spring in the air as warm air sweeps up from the Mediterranean.. It is indeed nine degrees and rising and yet, having just been on a walk round with Tess on her after lunch walk, it feels really cold in the sharpish wind. Yes, I know it is still February and we have another six weeks or so to go before we can think about Spring - but there is no feeling of Spring in the air today despite the forecast.
My grandson is here on his visit home from China where he teaches English. It is only two years since I saw him, but standing next to him in my hall as he prepared to go back to his Dad's last evening he seemed to have grown about six inches since I saw him last. As he is thirty then I am sure he will not have grown in the last two years, which leads me to but one conclusion - I have shrunk! I come up to about his chest and felt like a little old lady. I am taking them all out for a meal tonight so I shall smarten myself up in an effort to look a bit younger (or maybe it is better to say a little less old).
We are only going a couple of miles down the road for our meal - to a pub which has an extensive menu and is by no means at the posh end of the market. It has a giant woodburner, it has stone floors, it is a real, old fashioned country pub and there should be something on the menu for each of us one who will eat more or less anything, one who chooses carefully what she eats, one vegetarian, one vegan/vegetarian and one who has eaten Chinese food for the past two years.
Quite a tall order to fulfil - I shall report back tomorrow.