It’s raining again! I’m sick of it, let’s face it is not Global Warming its Global Wetting. I’ve already suggested to friends in letters that it is likely that half of humanity will fall foul of athletes foot having spent prolonged periods in gum boots and waterproof walking shoes with double layers of socks. The smell will be pungent to say the least and vets will be in demand to treat hoof rot for the more advanced cases.

So given the rain I decided to go nowhere today and to have a lounge pants and T-shirt day. Minimal cleaning up today and a time to write letters and put the dry washing away. Apart from that I graze and listen to Radio 2 until I cannot bear bloody Jeremy Supercilious Patronising Vine anymore and escape to radio 3s composer of the week and midday concert. How nice to be free of the vacuous verbal and find thoughtful music.  

I write letters and contemplate the front garden being drowned by father nature and wait for a time when the rain eases off. I pick my moment and make a dash for the village co-op and post letters. Once home I settle down to more radio and the tiding up of toenails and underwear draw. I am sure other people do these things too but there is something about paying attention to them on a wet and dark day that brings added value to them. They are often tasks done in haste and not paid attention to whereas on days like this there is time to take time doing them and really appreciate them.

Well before I realise my partner is home and gearing up to go to the chippy to get us an easy Friday evening meal. The eldest daughter has dashed in and dashed out at some point in the afternoon so go to visit a friend in Norwich. So tonight it will be rugby or a film or Vera, who knows, all I am concerned with is being warm. So there it is, I’ve have unrepentantly slugged the day away and it feels okay.