Fridays are always a monster because it's both Music Lesson and Sacred Home Tower Bell Practise. Today was further confounded, compounded, confused and flummoxed by Weather.
I heard it tipping it down in buckets last night. I know it's all cosy and everything to lie snugly in bed and listen to Weather happening on the other side of the window,* but I tend to peer at the clock, calculate how many hours before I will be wanting to hurtle hellhounds again, and wonder how long the sle
Published on July 24, 2009 17:32