Saturdays seem to come round incredibly quickly. I suppose in one way it is a good thing = at least I can't say that Lockdown has been a drag. And most days there is some little 'happening' or mini drama to enliven the day.
Today's drama was that after 'playing up' for the last few weeks, the plug in the bathroom washbasin at last decided that today was the day to finally say 'enough's enough' and stop working altogether. It is spring-loaded and has to be pushed down to spring up if you understand what I mean. No amount of pushing by either J or I would result in the water emptying from the bowl. J left a message for the plumber on Facebook, I left a message on his answerphone. A couple of hours later he was here (he only lives about ten doors away) and it took him all of five minutes to put in a new spring-loaded middle piece. The sound of the water running away was music to my ears.
Our Zoom Coffee Morning went off happily - only four of us this morning but as you can no doubt imagine, we found plenty to chat about. It is not the same as meeting in the flesh but it is better than nothing. Then I had to post a letter. All the office work to do with selling my car needed doing and as is my way - when it needs doing I like to get it done. So the cancelling of my RAC was popped into the letter box before the postman emptied it. Now everything is filed away and I can put it out of my mind. But I must say that when the garage door went up for Priscilla and I to go on our walk to the Post Box it was with a tinge of sadness that there was an empty space where my car had always been.
It is a deceiving sort of day today. The sun is very bright - 'glishy' as my mother would have called it. But don't be deceived - the wind is bitterly cold. And when J comes this morning she tells me that the river (the Ure, which flows through Wensleydale) is banking and looks as though it has been over onto the fields overnight. And Penn Hill is white. It may only be ten days before it is officially Spring but winter is still having its last little fling with us. Don't start casting a clout yet.