As I look out of the window at 7.15pm it is raining heavily outside - how we need it and how perky the gardens look already, although it has only been raining for about half an hour. A couple of days non stop would do a lot of good but too much to hope for I expect.
Poetry this afternoon was, as usual, an afternoon of beautiful, varied poems. Everyone seems to take time to choose their contribution and we always get a lovely selection.
Tess was very lucky. Friend S called yesterday instead of today to take her on her walk, but I took Tess to poetry and no sooner had I got there than S and T took her off on a lovely extra walk along the river. She came in, ate her tea and is now fast asleep in her bed. I rather feel like going off myself but would probably wake around three in the morning, so must control my urges until at least 10pm.