Today was dull. There is no other way to put it. Just plain Scottish dreich.
Scamp announced that today would be devoted to tidying up the living room and especially the dinner table. With that decided for us, I did my fair share of tidying up, considering that it was mainly my junk that needed to be sorted through into Keep and Chuck piles. It did make a difference to the overall feel of the house when we were finished.
After a plate each of minestrone for lunch, we went for a walk to the shops. We didn’t really need anything there, but it was good to get out in the fresh air for a walk. I brought my camera with me, but didn’t feel inspired to take it out of the bag. It’s so difficult to get inspired on these dull days with no directional light. Scamp got a poinsettia with the money that June had given her for that purpose, but I really went for the walk. Back home a hot chocolate did brighten the afternoon a bit, as did a wee bag of Maltesers.
Spoke to Val when he phoned me out of the blue in the afternoon. It was good to hear from him and he sounded a lot more like himself. Still not fit enough or confident enough to go out for coffee, but a fifteen minute conversation made me feel a lot better. He certainly has had a hard time these last few weeks.
Later in the afternoon we got a message from Hazy to say that both their parcels had been delivered and that they had been divided up. Neil chose a brass cross and will give his mum and dad the other one, while Hazy has another cat too look after, albeit a ceramic one!
I couldn’t find a subject worthy of photographing, but then I found lots of subjects hanging on the Christmas tree. A wee Santa got the chance to shine today. Taken with the LensBaby 35 distortion lens, it looked quite good surrounded by the Christmas lights.
Dinner was Borlotti Beans and Bacon and was really such an excellent dinner for such a dull, cold, windy day. Great choice, Scamp.
We watched the final of Strictly in the evening and I must say it bolstered my opinion that the show is past its ‘sell by date’. How the worst contender of the final three managed to lift the trophy, I’ll never know. I don’t think I’ll watch the show next year, it is too depressing.
Tomorrow we have no plans. Hoping against hope that the sun may manage to shine for a short spell, but not convinced that it will.
