I got my vacuuming finished yesterday, and plan to dust all the way through the house today. Then it can all go hang until next month.
Graham said: ”I wish I was there to do it.” ”I’ll send you the rail fare. Just say the word.”
Today, it’s raining. At times very heavy but never quite stopped altogether. I said: ”I’d hoped to cut the grass today.” Graham said: ”Excuses. Excuses.”
Me, I’m inclined to leave my dusters where they are, fix myself a great mess of scrambled egg and toast, and sit watching the rain.
Rain is good. You have to believe that rain is good.
