I have promised myself an egg on toast breakfast when I finish here. Not in payment for the work I may or may not do, but for doing anything at all other than snuggling under the covers with a Dolly-cat and waiting for the sun to come back.
It’s a grey, rainy, miserable morning here in Wet West Wales:
Rain, rain, go away
Sometimes, when I look at the pictures from other people in far away places, I could very easily become envious of their sunshine. Hey ho. Just as well I don’t do envy.
Mind you, if you’re wondering why I don’t do too many photos, just look out of that window.
So, what’s to do?
Laundry, that’s what to do. When I finish here and when I’ve done my egg on toast, I shall take my handy picker-upper stick and go up to pull clothes out of the laundry basket, piling them into two heaps on the floor. Then, with much grunting and groaning, I shall bundle up the piles of coloureds, lug it down, and stuff it in our trusty Miele, add powder and fabric conditioner, and set it to mumble away, washing and drying in that quiet, unassuming way that Miele machines have. The second pile will follow, and all will be folded and stored away by tea time, allowing for lunch and a short nap.
Wonderful things, German engineered washer dryers. Not fast. Not flashy. Just quietly reliable.
While the laundry is being done I shall sit with my book by the window and wish this temporary interruption to summer over and done with. I’m in need of sunshine on my skin again, and vitamin supplements are not an adequate subsitute.
We call it “monsoon season” and, like you, we soldier on with necessary chores and wait for it to be over. August and September will be much better!
Hugs from the far side, ~ Sil
John, since it seems to be less sunny in Wales than that to which your accustomed, is it perhaps time to consider the acquisition of a full-spectrum sun lamp? I’ve heard rumor that those sold for indoor plant growth work just as well as those sold for human consumption, but at a far more reasonable price.
If it makes you feel any better, John, it’s raining here too. And supposed to for the next few days…
I don’t get too inspired, on days like this.
Actual summer weather was long-delayed here in New England this year, with weeks of cool, wet, cloudy weather. We finally got some sunny weather (although often cooler than normal) but today, I’m afraid, seems to match your weather in Wales… dark and damp.
Ah, well, as Little Orphan Annie said:
The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
‘Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You’re always
A day
A way!
I suppose we could rejoice in the fact that it isn’t snowing…..
So nice of Jim to leave a tune for me to sing by. A lot more melody than the old ‘rain rain go away come again some other day’.
We were only misted last night with a promise of thundershowers this afternoon.
It’s pissing here too. I feel snuggly though. Hope your reading something good?
I read every day and comment infrequently. It’s raining here too. I’ve been looking at pictures of Santorini, Greece. Beautiful weather! I wonder how much it would cost to buy a teeny little apartment there? I wonder if my husband would notice that I’d depleted all our money?
Strange summer all over, John. There have been an inordinate amount of overcast days in this neck of the woods. July improved with a few more sunny days but today is back to the cloud cover again. (sigh) Well gee. Maybe I’ll do some laundry today, too.
San Francisco is having its usual summer. Cold and foggy.
Summertime where I live is all about fog, low-hanging marine layers, grey skies and a spritz now and then. I knew about the weather patterns before I bought a house here. I love the foggy, misty, drizzly weather. I cannot think so clearly when the sun shines bright. Rainy weather is reading and writing weather. Never understood the reason so many people equate rain with “bad weather,” although I understand that too much of any kind of weather, sunny rainy or in between becomes boring after a while.
I bought myself one of those wide spectrum lamps which I use for reading and I love it! The price WAS a bit steep but not prohibitively so, and my name is NOT Rockefeller, or anything even close to it.
The roof that shows in your photo seems to have an odd angle. I don’t think I have ever seen one like that until now. By the way, I throw bundled laundry down the stairs. The older I get, the less I like having even one hand full while going down the stairs.
We’re having temperatures in the 80′s and 90′s and perhaps 100 by this week-end. I’d much rather have the rain.
Well I guess you don’t move to Wales for the sunshine. The summer has been pretty poor on the West coast of Scotland too; a few hot days (mostly during the week!), interspersed with cool showery weather for weeks on end. If you live on the eastern edge of an ocean, in the northern hemisphere, this is what you have to get used to.
And every day I look at the weather reports in the paper: “Palermo 33 sunny, Naples 34 sunny, Rome 34 sunny, Venice 32 sunny, Florence 36 sunny”.
Harumph.
Maybe I’ll retire and go live there; but probably endless sunshine would get boring after the first twenty years.
It would be nice to find out, I think.