It is just getting dark and I have had another hectic day with no time for a walk. Now it is raining heavily and I suppose if we were a little higher it might be snow. Something to do with a warm front meeting a cold front head on.
This morning it was dealing with a lost on line gift token; this afternoon it has been dealing with a huge M and S parcel wrongly delivered. My son told me off saying I shouldn't have accepted it from Hermes but accept it I did. When opened it was a huge XXL black overcoat. There was no paperwork in the bag at all so I couldn't follow the instructions of the Hermes driver and fill in the paperwork and ring them to collect it. Their phone line is useless - if you don;t give the delivery number or some such the recorded voice just says sorry but can't help you. I am now, at tea time, a more or less wrung-out wreck. I shall try and forget about it until tomorrow - a new day - and then start again.
It has never really got light today and the dark has descended quite quickly. Tom tells me that the light returns at a rate of twenty minutes a week. That will be lovely. And Anne reminds us that yesterday was the twenty first day of the twenty first year of the twenty first century. Wouldn't that be a lovely day on which to be born?
I am looking forward tonight to the Christmas edition of the Great British Sewing Bee - that should pass the evening nicely along with the Hairy Bikers. What did I do with out television. Read all the time I suppose. At present our Book Group is reading Cold Comfort Farm and contrary to expectations I am loving it although it is a bit dated.
I shall now go and toast some currant bread and cheese (present from T - thank you T) make a cup of tea and sit down and try to forget Hermes until morning. See you then.