So far, here in North Yorkshire, it has been a completely fine day - the first for what seems like a very long time. There is a strong wind blowing, so strong that I had to ask for assistance from the shop where I do my Tuesday morning shop in crossing the road to my car. When the wind is in a certain direction it is nigh on impossible to stand up crossing the road in the market square.
I was here in time to see my dog return from her walk with the Dog-walker and to see how she returns in utter bliss. The lady is a real dog lover, returns the dog to its home and spends ten minutes making a fuss of it and talking to it. Tess already idolises her and I have no qualms at all about entrusting Tess to her. That is a relief.
The afternoon has been spent catching up on jobs like preparing the recycling 'rubbish' for collection, emptying and folding and putting away stuff from the tumble drier, little, fiddly jobs which somehow stretch to the whole afternoon. Now it is almost time for tea. These days I do seem to spend an awful lot of time thinking about doing a job before I actually get round to getting up and doing it. Then, when it takes only a few minutes, thinking why didn't I do it at once and get it over with.
I am now going to go over to one or two shopping outlets to have a look at Winter jumpers. How easy it is to do this from the comfort of one's arm chair - and ultimately how easy it is to type one's credit card number on to a site and buy something - something you would not otherwise have bought if it had meant going to the nearest town (in my case twenty five miles away) and trailing round the shops looking for it. Oh dear, the wonders of modern living.