Well, February 4th - no sign of any Spring weather here yet. Alright, I know it is early but really up here in North Yorkshire we are having a pretty miserable Winter one way and another. Yesterday around eight in ches of snow falling and although it didn't freeze only some of it went overnight. This morning is heavy fog and dripping everywhere as the remnants thaw. Then more snow is forecast for the weekend. It has barely got light today and there is nobody about at all.
I have spent half an hour trying to access my Green Bin account but been unable to do so and decided to ring and renew it instead. Yes, you have guessed it -'your call is important to us, please hold, you will be answered shortly'. When a human actually made contact she was lovely and dealt with the matter in a couple of minutes. Our green bin - which costs £25 from February to November - is invaluable. My gardener fills it easily once a fortnight (it is a fortnightly collection plus a special one for Christmas trees just after Christmas) and it keeps the garden tidy. Sadly I have no room for a compost heap.
Now one more job to do and that is to access my Gas Bill on line. I don;t really want to know but best to face up to it!
So what to write about today? Well our Book Club book came yesterday - Graham Swift's 'Mothering Sunday'. It came in the early afternoon. I started reading it and was hooked. I stayed up and finished it - it is three weeks to Book Group (Zoom) and I shall read it again nearer the date, but what a good story and how very well written. I thoroughly recommend it if you need a good read
It is thirty years today since my first dear husband, Malcolm, died of kidney cancer. We had been married for thirty nine happy years and had shared much music-making together and many happy holidays abroad. It all seems a life time ago.
In another month it will be four years since my farmer died - two very different husbands but both lovely, kind thoughtful men. We had twenty three happy years together, travelled all over the US and Canada as well as up the Norwegian coast. How lucky I have been to find two such lovely husbands.