Looked out of my window this morning, and what did I see? Sunshine! Blue sky! Fluffy white clouds!
“See, Dolly,” I said. ”You do get what you wish for, sometimes.”
And so we waddled down the stairs into the kitchen, filled with sunshine, and I let her out for her morning deep breath session, followed by a snack of grass, a feeble go at licking her coat and a deep, deep morning upchuck.
In she stomped, and yowled at me impatiently as if to say: ”Right, monkey-face, where’s me breakfast?” I leapt into action immediately, of course.
While she munched I took my fresh-brewed coffee outside for my turn at the fresh air. A heady combination, that.
When the TV news cycled round its fifteen minute schedule and popped out a weather forecast I came back in to listen carefully. Seems we’re in for a mostly sunshine-filled weekend and, on Monday, a return to mostly rain.
“We’d better make the most of this, Dolly,” I said. ”I thought it was too bright to last.”
And it is bright, too. Not ‘too’ bright of course, and nothing to do with lasting or not. The atmosphere has been scrubbed clean by days and days of rain and lets all them there actinics through without hindrance. Or let, for that matter.
Which makes me wonder what the ‘let’ in ‘let or hindrance’ might be when it’s at home.
I could look it up, of course, but I’m too busy enjoying the sunshine.
