HAPPY $%^&*!!!!! APRIL.

When I fumbled out of bed this morning there was a Strange Light Shining (Murkily) through the Windows.  Sunday mornings I get up what passes as early for me and I’m never at my best in the first five minutes of my feet hitting the floor anyway.*   That ominous grey-but-dazzling brilliance was awakening brutal ( Read more... )

 
Yes!  A sighting!  There really is a big blinding-bright thing in the sky that makes day like day instead of like night!  I thought it was a tribal myth!*

It’s particularly shocking, this sun thing, in the middle of the night.  I did go to bed early** but the alarm still went off like half past midnight.***  It seemed to me very ( Read more... )

 
GODS, DEMIGODS, AND SMALL THINGS THAT LIVE UNDER TOADSTOOLS, I AM SO SICK OF THIS FRICKING WEATHER.  Last night walking, or rather sloshing, home from tower practice-which takes all of about a minute and a half-I was thinking, if I had any food in the house I’d ring Peter and say I wasn’t coming.  Levering somnolent hellhounds out of their warm ( Read more... )

 
It’s much later than it should be.  And it’s all Richard Wagner’s fault.  Tonight’s Live from the Met was Tristan and Isolde.  I find Wagner a little trance-inducing:  all those big voices going at one another hammer and tongs.*  And going and going and going, hammering and tonging.  And you know that, of course, what is the single thing everyone ( Read more... )

 
Well, it is Monday, after all. You have to expect nasty.
            My nasty started yesterday of course. Or even the night before that. Saturday night we had duck for dinner as you may recall. And I had Gravy* and Gorgeous Golden Crackly Skin.
            And Sunday morning I was 12.37 pounds heavier than I’d been the day before and could barely ( Read more... )

 
The hellhounds are under the impression that they’ve had a hard day and are behaving admirably under trying circumstances. Our day began, as our days so often do, yesterday. It’s been raining and raining and raining AND RAINING AND RAAAAAAAAAAAINING and yesterday was pretty much a solid wall of water beating the landscape into submission all day.  ( Read more... )

It’s been raining and raining and RAINING and effing blasphemative* raining for four or five days. I mean sure, we get wet stretches (when we’re not having a drought) but it’s unusual for me to find myself walking hellhounds in downpours day after day: there are usually breaks we manage to rush out in. Not lately. Yesterday was especially ( Read more... )

It’s raining again. The rain’s okay-I measure these things by having neither to water my pot plants nor to tip out the trays most of them sit in before they drown, and this rain is not unwelcome-the accompanying shouting tempest however I feel is a little superfluous to requirements. And I am not at all pleased with the discovery that some of the ( Read more... )

 
 It’s been a filthy bloody day with heavy cold rain, nearly sleet, falling relentlessly and trapping claustrophobic humans and itchy-footed hellhounds indoors. The hellhounds are bigger and solider and warmer-blooded than my whippets were but they’ve still got whippet fur, which is to say silky and fine and without extra layers either under- or ( Read more... )