Yesterday was a lovely sunny day with a totally cloudless blue sky and there was really quite a lot of warmth in the sun. Last night was the coldest night of the winter so far - at least here in The Dales - my heating in set on eighteen overnight and it was on all night - and I was still waking up cold now and then. Today the sun has been only hazy and therefore not warm at all and as the evening has worn on it has got chillier - so another cold one I suspect. (thinks thank goodness I bought that new electric blanket).
I don't want to be defeatist but I am afraid to say that days like today are becoming far too much for me. I drove into town at nine thirty to go to the bank and then to do my bit of grocery shopping, pay my weekly newspaper bill, look for a couple of cards and various other bits and pieces. Then I walked the short way to our monthly Strugglers Meeting which I always enjoy. It was our fortnightly lunch meeting - fourteen of us today - where we ate pasta bolognese followed by a delicious fruit pudding, which the cook confessed was a Christmas cake which (thanks to her husband accidentally turning off the oven) had gone wrong. It might have been a disastrous cake but it was a delicious pudding!
Then it was home to find that my dog-walker had not been owing to one of her dogs(an Airedale) dying in his sleep - very upsetting for everyone. Tess will be sad as she loved Henry . I put Tess in the car and drove down to collect two ordered books which had arrived and then on the way back called at the Pet Shop for some supplies. Then it was a walk round the block with Tess, stopping to chat to J (who has Sammy, Tess's boy friend) and home. All blinds and curtains closed, heating turned up a notch, quick tea prepared for both Tess and me and then settling down to watch the new series of The Repair Shop. Sadly I was so tired that I fear I slept through half of it and will have to watch it on iplayer. Now a quick read through my e mails and your posts - a quick post myself and now I am off to sit down with a cup of tea to watch Our Yorkshire Farm. Till tomorrow, when I hope to have a quiet day.