How quickly Mondays come along don't they? Weather-wise it is still just as unseasonably windy and cold but so far much drier than it has been over the week end. At present the sun is out and sitting here in my computer room it looks quite nice outside. But I have just opened the front door to E, a friend, who promised to take a parcel to the Post Office for me and I was met by an icy blast. What variable weather we have here in the U K. Can you remember the heat wave we had last Monday and Tuesday - too hot to move about almost.
I am walking on air because the chiropodist has been for the first time in twelve weeks. She came by appointment at mid day decked out in full PPE gear and insisted I wear a mask while she was here. Her instruction as she left was to wipe all door handles with disinfectant and wash my hands well.
Lunch was crisply fried Jersey Royals (I boiled them earlier in the morning) with some good quality roast ham slices, three large fried tomatoes and a fried egg. It was delicious and I was eating it within a quarter of an hour of my chirpodist leaving. I don't expect to eat much more today.
The field behind my bungalow is full of rooks and they are making such a din. Every now and then a group of them rise up into the air and fly directly into the wind. Of course it is too strong for them and they are stationary for a minute, hanging in the air, before they drift back to the ground. I made me think about swifts - those mysterious little birds that we know so little about. They nest here, the young are fledged here and then in a very short while they take off for a thousands of miles journey to Africa - hardly if ever letting their feet touch the ground again. What must it be like for them in gale force winds?
What a mysterious world we live in.