I always have my hair done on Thursday mornings and when I went for 9.30 it was a pleasant morning with no frost. I had already taken Tess for her morning walk. But by the time I came out half an hour later it had begun to drizzle and by lunchtime rain had set in. Petpals came to take Tess for her long walk (Thursday and Friday) and I ate my lunch and prepared to go to Bainbridge up the Dale because it is an afternoon when some of us play for the old people in the care home there.
There were only three of us today - G who led the proceedings and W and I to play and sing. We sing all the old songs (Daisy, Home on the Range,
Side by Side) and accompany ourselves on the ukuleles. Everyone sings their hearts out and it is always a delightful afternoon.
Coming back through a miserable, wet Wensleydale and looking out of the window of the car it could only have been February. The dashboard said five degrees but stepping out of the car when I arrived home it felt more like freezing point.
Of all the care homes around here (and there are a lot - there is an ageing population up here - folk retired here twenty years ago and are now needing sticks and three wheeled walking aids to get about.)
this is one of the happiest and the best.
I shall now go and wrestle with my Income Tax letter.