Rain here again.
We're immune to floods, living on this little hill, although the water does run down our garden path and give us a little moat to hop over when the weather has been unusually persistent.
I've never known such a prolonged period of wet country-wide.
Uncle Ted's funeral tomorrow. Well, later today really.
The only two black bottoms I have are a long pair of trousers or a very very long skirt.
I got rid of a lot of black clothes which were simply too big.
Both choices are going to act like a wick to soak up all the rain I can hear against my window
I guess I shouldn't even be contemplating my rockstar trousers...
No.
Stck-heeled boots and rolling over the waistband of the skirt I think.
Still, what a dreary Winter.
I'm looking forward to Spring now, which is not like me. Because I prefer the cold to the wet and the mud. Just that this year it's hard to see how it could get wetter or muddier and at least I'd start leaving the house in the light again.