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♥Jan. 17th, 2014 // 02:57 pm♥
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Remember that thing where there were several whole days when I didn't complain about it raining...?
It's lovely, the way that all the water flows off the saturated fields, down the lane and stops in a small pond at the bottom of our drive, it really is. When we took the dog out for her (soggy) walk, Mike had to walk around through the stable yard, as the pond was deeper than the waterproof part of his boots is high. The boys have had to stay in, much to their annoyance (it's not the staying in that they really object to, more the fact that there isn't a conveyor belt bringing All The Hay directly to their mouths).
Today, I
- left the house In Plenty Of Time, in case of rain
- got there early, in the sunshine
- pilated (good session. I'm going to pay for another batch of sessions and see if she can keep it hard work, but today I actually sweated slightly!)
- took some things back to M&S in Ashford (wow, that's a crappy shopping centre that they have!)
- drove home, through the torrential rain, getting stuck behind a chap trimming a hedge and in front of a bin lorry
- sighed loudly when I realised that the sheep had been moved from the usual field, which has fences and everything, to the field on the other side of the road, which doesn't: pause, twice, to open and close gates, in the rain
- sighed even more loudly when I realised that the bins hadn't been emptied: gosh, I can't imagine why they couldn't be bothered to drive down our road on today of all days.... |
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