I’m going to use my mum’s chant on the weather:
“Rain, Rain, Go away. Come again another day.”
I’m getting really fed up with the constant drizzle. It just drags you down, and although a month or so ago we were praying for rain, we’ve had enough now, thank you very much.
We did get past the door today, though. Scamp and I went for a walk down to the shops and came back with two big shopping bags full of food for today and probably tomorrow as well. The parking situation is so bad on our street, nobody wants to move out of their space for fear of not getting back into their parking place when they come back. We need the council to take the bull by the horns and mark the parking spaces properly instead of allowing any Tom, Dick and Harry from just parking their car anywhere. It wouldn’t cost very much to white line the street and then we’d be able to see who the unthoughtful parkers are. Annoyingly, some of the streets in our area have already been white lined, but that was about three years ago, and there has been no further action on the matter.
There, now my blood pressure is back to normal again.
I went for a walk in St Mo’s in the late afternoon and found a baby’s dummy (or pacifier if you’re posh) lying on the path. That gave me an idea for today’s PoD. One of the dozen photos I’d taken was good enough to pass the test and did become PoD.
Dinner was a Smoked Haddock Fillet with Cheese Sauce for Scamp. I had a Lamb Biryani. Both from M&S. Where would we be without you!
That was the end of a rather boring day. We’re hoping against hope that tomorrow will be just a wee bit drier and a wee bit sunnier.