A dismal shade of grey has descended over the landscape of Wensleydale today. First thing in the morning sunshine was promised but it quickly gave way to this and even the town's Christmassy windows failed to dispel the gloom. Our morning coffee was enjoyable for the companionship and the familiarity and the taste of the coffee (or in one case hot chocolate) rather than the scene outside the window. I arrived home to find a card from Australian friends with their address on the envelope so I dashed off a card and letter and went back into town hoping I had caught the 'post by' date (missed it by one day so hope it still gets there). I love receiving cards = and sending them = now they really do cheer things up.
It is the last episode of 'Mrs Wilson' tonight - what a fascinating tale it has been, especially as it is based on a true story and the leading actress is in fact the grand-daughter of the woman involved. It did set me thinking - have there been instances of women being bigamists? All the ones I have ever heard of have been men, but it would be interesting to know the answer to my question.
Three seventeen here and almost dark. I shall finish now and take Tess for her last walk of the day. That will be three walks for me - selfishly - that has done me a lot of good. Giles Coren in The Times today slates dog owners and says 'if you feel the need to own a living thing get a b***** fish.' All I can say is that he should try it and then he might well change his mind.