Not a bad day here again, sun came through quite early and shone for much of the day. It has been fairly mild but quite windy. I had a late start as I woke up an hour late at eight am after a rather disturbed night. For the second time this week Tess woke me in the night with a short bark from her bed in the kitchen. At least I think she did, although I am beginning to wonder if I am dreaming that she is barking.
Thinking that she just might want to wee (or worse) I got up, put on my dressing gown and slippers and went to her crate. She was sitting up and looking rather surprised (I suppose she heard me coming) but I put her on her long leash and opened the front door letting her out on to the front lawn. She does her late wee on the lawn every night of the year and I can recommend it - my lawn is beautifully green (in parts!). Just as earlier in the week, she made no attempt to walk on to the grass and wee. She sat happily on the front step looking up and down the road. I stood just inside the door getting decidedly chilly. The road was so quiet, the street lights stay on all night and there is one almost outside my bungalow. The moon was shining. After two minutes I brought her in, put her back in her bed and climbed back into mine. My hot water bottle was still warm - I was soon warm and asleep again.
This morning I was out at our monthly meeting where a group of friends meet once a month for a quiet hour to talk over any problems, any worries or just anything we wish to air really. Afterwards friend W and I once a fortnight go out to lunch with another group who have become friends - about a dozen of us meet for lunch cooked by A - today it was Lamb casserole followed by Christmas pud and custard.
Brain exercises for the rest of the afternoon - walking the dog exercises my limbs, The Times mind exercises exercise my brain. If I do both every day then I feel it helps to keep me going.
Now it is time to sign off and choose my poetry because tomorrow is our monthly Poetry meeting.
Do you have a favourite poem? Mine seems to change with the seasons. This time of the year I always read A E Housman's Shropshire Lad - particularly 'Lovliest of trees, the cherry now' (if you don't know it please do look it up - it will make you think of spring and all of us need that at this time of the year.)