The overriding colour of everything today - I do hope that this coming week might be Winter's last gasp (but don't bank on it, I am not a trained forecaster). As promised it is raining, there is a miserable fog over everything and a strong Easterly wind is slowly getting up. Icy roads forecast for morning. I suppose the one thing to be said for it is that at least we are nicely into February - this weather in November would be much more depressing.
All day today I have thought it was Sunday - until I turned the television on, chuntered to myself about how they changed the programmes these days without warning then gave myself a slap on the hand when I realised it was me. I had spent a couple of hours searching for my copy of Virginia Woolf's 'To the Lighthouse' which I had been reading yesterday and which had gone missing this morning. Eventually I found it - in the waste paper recycling bag - it was inside yesterday's Times when my Carer put it in there this morning. All's well that ends well.
The only other happening today was our usual 40 minute Coffee Morning between friends - always enjoyable. It is not the same as face to face contact but it is better than nothing. What would we have done without our magic means of communication?
Keep warm, weather the storm which seems to be on its way and stay cheerful. One day all this will be just a memory. I will have popped my clogs by then but the young will be able to say to their grandchildren 'I lived through that.'
See you tomorrow.