Not a lot to write about today - it is easy when the weather is like it is to become obsessed by it. Rain, snow, fog, bitter cold- we have had them all over the past week and there seems little or no end to it as more of the same is forecast for the next week or so. And yet - just for an hour - at the end of this afternoon the fog cleared and the sun came out and it lifted the spirits as only the sun after fog can do. Added to that friend G called on her afternoon walk for a five minute chat from the middle of the front lawn.
Apart from G the only other people I have spoken to today are S, who called to return some books I had lent her, to borrow another book I had recommended (Mothering Sunday) and to bring me a loaf from town as I am in danger of running out of bread before my order arrives from Tesco on Sunday morning. Of course I also had the pleasure of the company of my Carer, J, for her hour this morning and you can't imagine how she cheers me up every morning. She is like a breath of fresh air.
So, what to write about. Well every afternoon, after I have done my exercises (at the moment the weather dictates that I can't walk out) I have an hour with my legs up. I usually watch BBC1's 'Escape to the Country' and the agricultural programme which follows it - thus avoiding the temptation to get up and do something rather than rest.
For anyone who doesn't know the programme takes couples round three houses in their chosen area to see if they would care to buy one of them. It is always a bit pseudo I feel but I watch because it is interesting to see the areas - mostly picturesque 'hotspots' - never places like central Birmingham. I also find the houses themselves rather odd in that they all look totally unlived in although they are furnished and are for sale by whoever does live there. Does anyone really live in such neat, tidy, unlived in properties? If I was selling my bungalow I would certainly tidy round before anyone came to view but these places all look totally redecorated, weedless gardens, absolutely not a pin out of place inside or out. Always makes me feel a bit slovenly.
And after that this evening I watched 'Flog It' and Paul Martin did a tour of the Weather Centre which I believe is somewhere near Exeter. These days it is all on line and very high tech. Am I the only person left in the country who lines my barometer needles up every night when I lock the front door and gives it a little tap in the morning to see what the weather is going to do?__