How fickle our British weather is, especially at this time of the year. There is a strong breeze today and, as I had stayed in feeling bad after my booster yesterday, I made myself walk round the block but nearly got blown away. The morning started out sunny and blue skied but now at four in the afternoon the sky is a uniform grey. My tete a tete daffodils on the rockery are cheering me up though. Yes, Spring is on its way. The weatherman says we are in for a very warm spell on Monday and Tuesday when temperatures might 'soar' to twenty in some areas. Then, in typical British form, he told us that by Easter the temperature would have gone back rapidly and Easter would be cold.. Well, being we expect that kind of thing don't we?
I recalled this morning when we had our usual Saturday morning Zoom meeting that in 1952, the year I married my first husband, he took me on Whit Sunday to meet dear friends of his for the first time. They lived in Sleaford, twenty miles away from where we lived. My favourite coat at the time was a Petrol Blue Windsmoor coat with a huge shawl collar and I remember being delighted that it was snowing so I had to wear that coat.
Isn't it funny how we remember clothes we have worn which we adored? I had a brown checked suit with a brown velvet collar - I never wanted that to wear out I loved it so much. Do any of you remember a favourite garment? Now I suppose it has to be either of my two leather jackets. I have always loved clothes and especially now that I am so immobile - and always likely to be from now on - I seem to get even greater pleasure from them.
Until tomorrow dear bloggy friends.