Sitting here mid-afternoon, looking out of the window, the sky a clear blue and the sun shining, it is easy to forget that outside it is February - there is not a lot of warmth in the sun and the wind is strong enough to almost blow me off my feet. Our Book Group this morning was at M's - only a couple of hundred yards or so from where I live - but the wind was too strong to take my wheeled walker so I battled down the hill at a wobble. I did consider taking the car but it is not an easy place to park and I had an important letter to post so would have to have got out of the car anyway.
I got there unscathed albeit wind=swept and wobbly.
'North and South' by Elisabeth Gaskell (at school all those years ago she was always called 'Mrs Gaskell' but I am talking mid-forties, so times have changed): six of us this morning, lots of discussion, generally we all liked it and got a lot out of it. We agreed that it was a book which could be described as a precursor of both feminism and industrial unrest - both were just beginning to be felt in society. And we did all agree that Margaret and Mr Thornton should have 'got on with it' instead of waiting until the last paragraph of the last page to do anything more than cast admiring glances at one another.
It was only on the short walk home that I realised that I would probably be locked out. My cleaning lady comes on Monday mornings and I left her there. I also forgot to take a key and it was only when I felt in my coat pocket that I realised. Luckily I have a key safe so I was able to get in, and - true to form - I was only in a short time before my cleaning lady rang to make sure I had got back into the house alright. Time was when doors could have been left unlocked up here but that time is passed now - the Police advise us all to keep our outside doors locked even when we are at home. Wise advice.