Saturday, 4 January 2014

Where's Noah when you need him?

True to my promise/threat never to illustrate a post with anything remotely connected, enjoy, as I do, the lovely pretty friendly little feline on the left.

He does however,  look as I feel.

Nothing like getting the new year off to a flying start with a big moan.

Is it ever going to stop raining, and if it does, will we be able to walk where we once did or must we direct our webbed feet in new directions?

Have I ever mentioned that I hate rain.  Yes I know, I am a gardener or once was, and yes I know we need rain.  Which is not the same thing at all as wanting rain.

Having left the house exactly twice since getting home from church on Christmas morning, and then only to shop for food, I would really like to pull the duvet over my head, tell the weather to s.. off and emerge only when sanity in the form of warmth, sun and dryth have returned.

I do know that some poor people have been flooded out of their homes and that others have no heat or light and I am truly sorry for them and pray they will soon be in a happier state.  This however does not make me feel full of joy because I am not suffering in any of these ways.  It merely makes me feel guilty.

I hate that there is not even a glimmer of sun, that the wind is lashing the windows,  that a trip to put something in the bin in the garage is like an expedition during monsoon (without the warmth) in a tropical rainforest.

Every time I gingerly open the back door there is somebody's soggy moggy wailing pathetically "pleaase let me come in, I want to live here".

Even the birds are sitting about morosely comtemplating their navels (Do birds have navels?).

I embrace the thought of back to church choir tomorrow then back to work in the parish office on Monday
with the deepest joy!

Somebody wake me up when it's May.  (If you must).


13 comments:

  1. Oh dear - i hope things improve soon. Pity I can't give you some of our heat - 30 degrees yesterday and the same forecast for today - too hot for me. Rain also forecast today but not in the quantities you have had. Summer will arrive eventually!!

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  2. Yeah, thanks Susan. Only 6 months (if we're lucky), to go.
    I have to say 30 degrees of heat is not something I'd welcome either.
    Never satisfied are we?

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  4. It's the wind here that is our major problem. On Friday the ambulance men were bent double trying to get David out of the house.! Roll on Spring!

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  5. The joys of living in the British Isles I suppose Jean.
    At least we can't complain that our weather is monotonous.

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  6. Happy New Year Ray. It's wet up here too, but a large round shiny thing appeared in the sky for about an hour at lunch time...I've heard tell it's called the sun!

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  7. No! and you a good Christian too!
    Don't you know that's a pagan myth?
    Happy New Year to you in the sunny North.

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  8. I hope it dries up for you soon, Ray! We've been rather soggy and gray except for when we were freezing, but at least it is not flooding or snowing or such. May the new year bring you some delightful surprises to go with the yucky stuff.

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  9. Thanks Penny, I could use a change from yucky, especially a break from the eczema would be good.
    However, it will bring whatever it brings, so roll on 2014.
    Hope yours is a good one too.

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  10. I'm so late reading this that the weather has actually improved a bit, Ray, though we had heavy rain again overnight. It's been truly appalling and I do hope getting back to work in the parish office has helped to lift your mood.

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  11. Thanks, It has Perpetua. The eczema romps merrily on but everything else is much improved.

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  12. I know how you feel. It was better yesterday but today we are back to soggy rain. Blessings from Dalamory

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  13. Since it is January I suppose we ought to be used to the delights of the British climate, but somehow we never seem to expect what we get.
    Blessings to you Freda from a once-more soggy Aylesbury.

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