It is now ten days since my daughter in law had her new hip and she gets more mobile by the day. She is still on crutches but can move more freely about the house and has had a walk out most days over the last few, apart from today when it has poured with rain all day.
The forecast for the weekend here in the Yorkshire Dales is appalling - rain and snow over six hundred feet (we are six hundred feet so I expect we shall get a mixture of both). I have been out of the house each morning to sit with her and do odd jobs - most of the time we have just chatted and made a fuss of her two very affectionate cats who are happy to just sit around our feet on days like today.
I managed to fit in my poetry afternoon on Wednesday - as usual at friend W's house - and a lovely mix as ever. We had bits of Tennyson's Mort d'Arthur, Shelley, Keats, The Jackdaw of Rheims,
Carol Ann Duffy. Listening to poetry is so much more enjoyable than reading it isn't it? It really is meant to be read aloud.
Again it seems as though the South West is going to suffer this weekend and Aberystwyth's students have been moved out of their seafront accommodation for the third or fourth time since Christmas because of the expected tidal surge accompanied by high winds. February is certainly coming in fiercely.
If you live in the South of the UK then take care this weekend - everyone else keep warm. I'll be back soon to my daily blog - I really do miss it. I shall now go off and read yours.